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American crow

March 30, 2024 by Dave Bonta

Red sunrise. To the south, the moon has gone flat on one side so it resembles a giant ear for the first crow to yell into when it created the world. The chanting phoebe clearly has no inkling.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags American crow, moon, phoebe, sunrise 1 Comment
February 15, 2024 by Dave Bonta

Very cold and still. The clear sky at dawn has gone white. Crows call to crows. The floorboards shiver when my furnace kicks on.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags American crow, clouds, cold
February 5, 2024 by Dave Bonta

Sunrise. The resonant drum of a pileated woodpecker. A lone crow hops from perch to perch yelling Hey! Hey!

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags American crow, pileated woodpecker, sunrise
December 30, 2023 by Dave Bonta

Overcast at dawn. A cold kiss—snowflakes in the air. When the sunrise comes, it’s only evident in the caws of crows.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags American crow, dawn, snowflakes, sunrise
December 15, 2023 by Dave Bonta

One degree above freezing as the tall pines fill with sun. Two crows emerge from the woods, yelling about some old deer guts that must be just thawed enough for breakfast.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags American crow, hunters, white pines
December 11, 2023 by Dave Bonta

The western ridge is white with snow and more flakes spin down from thinning clouds, bellies turning orange against the blue. A crow kites overhead without flapping a wing.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags American crow, snow, sunrise
December 4, 2023 by Dave Bonta

A mottled gray sky all the way to the horizon, not brightening even for the sunrise, let alone for the crows with their many complaints or the red-bellied woodpecker jeering from the top of a black locust.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags American crow, clouds, red-bellied woodpecker
November 30, 2023 by Dave Bonta

An aging contrail stretches toward a sun half-hidden by cloud—fuzzy point at the end of an exclamation mark. Three crows take their argument elsewhere. The furnace under the house shivers to life.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags American crow, contrails
November 28, 2023 by Dave Bonta

A scurf of snow on the ground. A few fat clouds, barely moving, turn orange. A lone crow in the treetops coos like a dove.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags American crow, clouds, snow, sunrise
November 25, 2023 by Dave Bonta

Cold and still for the opening day of rifle season. Distant booms set the crows off. The sun is a bright smudge in a sky more white than blue.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags American crow, clouds, cold, hunters
October 25, 2023 by Dave Bonta

A dozen geese come honking over the house, interrupting three crows sharing their excitement over a venison gut pile up in the woods.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags American crow, Canada geese, white-tailed deer
October 18, 2023 by Dave Bonta

A flat white sky crossed by a crow. Woods’-edge chipmunks in a chipping contest. The color.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags American crow, chipmunks, fall foliage
October 11, 2023 by Dave Bonta

Under a thin grin of moon, the maples reclaiming their red. Three crows wake up with awe in their throats.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags American crow, moon, red maple 1 Comment
October 6, 2023 by Dave Bonta

Heavily overcast—what the weather app calls “light rain”—with a crow yelling in the distance and a yellow-bellied sapsucker mewing like a kitten.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags American crow, clouds, yellow-bellied sapsucker
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On This Day

  • November 11, 2025
    A bitter wind has brought the first, thin snowfall. I open my folding seat cushion and find a yellow leaf nestled like a letter in an envelope.
  • November 11, 2024
    A clearing wind at dawn, after some much-needed rain. A mourning dove sits placidly on a swaying branch, facing east.
  • November 11, 2023
    A few patches of frost in the yard as the sun clears the ridgetop. Juncos move through the rambling old lilac, its last few leaves faded nearly to yellow.
  • November 11, 2022
    Steady drumming of rain on the porch roof. Dark trunks disappearing into fog. A classic November day.
  • November 11, 2021
    Two degrees above freezing, with the sun reduced to a bright smudge by a thin wash of cloud. Juncos and a nuthatch forage at the woods’ edge.

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