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dawn

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 23, 2023 by Dave Bonta

Silhouetted against the dawn sky, a squirrel forages for birch seeds right where Venus was last seen, glimmering through thin clouds.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags black birch, dawn, gray squirrel, Venus
December 12, 2023 by Dave Bonta

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 snow—more like a thin sheet. Any small beast sleeping in the springhouse attic must be cold.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags clouds, dawn, meteors, springhouse
December 9, 2023 by Dave Bonta

Red at dawn, and red again at sunrise for the last day of regular firearms deer season. Finally, at fifteen minutes past sunrise, a rifle booms. Then silence again.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags dawn, hunters, sunrise
December 8, 2023 by Dave Bonta

The moon’s bright bowl full of darkness rises through the trees at dawn and vanishes into clouds. Two great-horned owls on the valley side of the mountain carry on duetting.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags clouds, dawn, great-horned owl, moon
December 5, 2023 by Dave Bonta

A gloomy dawn lightened by brief scatterings of sleet. The muffled notes of a Carolina wren issue from a hole in the road bank.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags Carolina wren, dawn, sleet
November 21, 2023 by Dave Bonta

Dawn. A rustle in the leaves as bits of ice and half-frozen raindrops begin falling from the sky. From the lilac, the ticking of a wren.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags Carolina wren, dawn, icestorm, rain, sleet
November 20, 2023 by Dave Bonta

Crystal-clear and very still at dawn. A last meteor disappears into the spreading spill of light on the eastern horizon.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags dawn, meteors
October 23, 2023 by Dave Bonta

First frost here and there like someone’s first white hairs. I crunch through it en route to the top of the field to watch the dawn approaching from 50 miles away.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags dawn, frost
October 21, 2023 by Dave Bonta

In the half-light, a patter of hooves from just inside the woods. The grunts of a buck in rut. A dawn sky coming through the trees.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags dawn, deer
October 20, 2023 by Dave Bonta

Between dawn and sunrise, a small rainstorm’s pleasant susurration drowns out everything else. As it eases, a Carolina wren takes over, caroling in a minor key.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags Carolina wren, dawn, rain
September 23, 2023 by Dave Bonta

Overcast and still, with a low rumble of traffic from the east. In the half-light, a deer’s ear pivots among the goldenrod.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags dawn, deer, trucks
September 21, 2023 by Dave Bonta

Dawn: the red thread of a contrail fraying as it fades. Fog rises from the goldenrod, erasing the faint dot that must’ve been Mercury.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags dawn, fog, goldenrod, jet, Mercury
September 14, 2023 by Dave Bonta

Half an hour before sunrise, the goldenrod is already aglow. Venus and Jupiter fade into a cloudless sky. Towhees begin to tweet.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags dawn, goldenrod, Jupiter, towhee, Venus
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