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dawn

March 24, 2025 by Dave Bonta

A damp, gray dawn sweetened by the calls of field sparrows and a bluebird up by the barn. A small shower passes through the woods, rustling like a millipede in the dead leaves.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags bluebird, dawn, field sparrow, rain
March 23, 2025 by Dave Bonta

Clear, cold, and quiet. The rising moon gleams like a scimitar as it passes behind the big tulip tree, and emerges five minutes later as pale as a grub.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags dawn, moon, tulip tree
March 18, 2025 by Dave Bonta

A degree or two below freezing at dawn. The flat-tire moon fades into obscurity in the middle of a cloudless sky. The ridge turns red.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags dawn, moon, sunrise
March 16, 2025 by Dave Bonta

Dawn arrives between showers. I think about all the cicada larvae of Brood XIV stirring under the ground, preparing for the last and most eventful spring of their lives.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags cicadas, dawn
March 14, 2025 by Dave Bonta

A few degrees above freezing and very still. The full moon hangs above the western ridge, fresh from its run-in with the earth’s shadow, glowing yellow.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags dawn, moon
March 11, 2025 by Dave Bonta

Another crystal-clear dawn. A song sparrow and a Carolina wren are trading licks, following initial solos from a robin and a cardinal, all over the whine of traffic.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags American robin, cardinal, Carolina wren, dawn, I-99, song sparrow
March 10, 2025 by Dave Bonta

In the half dark, the roar of Monday morning traffic from over the ridge. The last stars fade. A cardinal pipes up.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags cardinal, dawn, I-99
March 7, 2025 by Dave Bonta

Windy, cold and clear at dawn. A song sparrow pipes up from the depths of the lilac. The ridge turns red.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags dawn, song sparrow, sunrise, wind
March 3, 2025 by Dave Bonta

A red dawn. The talking drums of pileated woodpeckers: one bass, one snare. A white-throated sparrow falters half-way through his song.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags dawn, pileated woodpecker, white-throated sparrow
February 23, 2025 by Dave Bonta

Clear at dawn, with the bright crescent moon inching teeth-first through the treetops. A mourning dove plays a downbeat rooster.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags dawn, moon, mourning doves
February 18, 2025 by Dave Bonta

Deep cold at dawn. Icicles hanging from the eaves bend this way and that. The trees creak and groan. The chip, chip of a cardinal waking up.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags cardinal, cold, dawn, icicles
February 10, 2025 by Dave Bonta

A dark sky at dawn with one bright gash. As it eases shut, an icy breeze springs up. The stream gurgles softly in its sleep.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags clouds, dawn, stream, wind
January 28, 2025 by Dave Bonta

In the half-dark of dawn, the white noise of wind is made literal by flocks of snowflakes swirling this way and that. Rabbit tracks go under the house and do not reemerge.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags dawn, eastern cottontail, snow, snowflakes, wind
January 21, 2025 by Dave Bonta

Zero at dawn, and very quiet. Finally a nuthatch pipes up, followed by a junco. From inside the tall locust tree behind the springhouse, the muffled scolding of red squirrels.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags cold, dawn, juncos, red squirrel, white-breasted nuthatch
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On This Day

  • December 12, 2024
    Bitter cold. A few small clouds turn brick-red. When the wind drops, there’s a staccato burst of pileated woodpecker alarm, answered only by a nuthatch.
  • December 12, 2023
    Waiting for dawn, I scan the holes in the clouds for meteors. The north side of the springhouse roof still wears a small blanket of…
  • December 12, 2022
    Heavily overcast sunrise; the only faint color comes from the ground. The great-horned owl falls silent as a nuthatch begins to call.
  • December 12, 2021
    After last night’s wind, the sky is clear, the forest has finally lost almost all its leaves, and there are several new creaks and groans.
  • December 12, 2020
    Three degrees above freezing, but it feels balmy. A downy woodpecker descends a maple trunk, chirping loudly with each downward hop.

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