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dawn

February 3, 2024 by Dave Bonta

Cold and still. Just as the half-moon‘s light begins to fade, a screech owl trills from the pines, as if to prolong the night.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags dawn, screech owl, white pines
January 25, 2024 by Dave Bonta

Fog blurs the difference between the white below and above, the trees reduced to gray wraiths as a Carolina wren sings for the break of day.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags Carolina wren, dawn, fog, snow 1 Comment
January 19, 2024 by Dave Bonta

First light. White lines crisscross the dark edge of the woods: snow on trees. I stick my hand out to feel it falling, flakes as fine as dust melting into my palm.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags dawn, snow, snowflakes 1 Comment
January 14, 2024 by Dave Bonta

Snow at first light—a silent mob of moving shadows, pecks on my cheek—then as dawn approaches, the slow differentiation of black and swirling white.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags dawn, snow, snowflakes
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, white-tailed deer
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On This Day

  • September 30, 2025
    Sunrise brings birdsong: a Tennesee warbler’s blur of high notes answered by a towhee’s interrogatory tweet, and a white-throated sparrow’s “Oh, sweet Canada” giving way to the reedy whistles of cedar waxwings, tut-tutting robins, and a winter wren’s liquid braid.
  • September 30, 2024
    Rain. The rumble of a distant jet. A squirrel crouches on a limb with her tail over her head, chiseling open a walnut.
  • September 30, 2023
    A clearing sky. with traffic sound out of the east. Six geese coming flapping low over the trees, honking like lost Volvos.
  • September 30, 2022
    Overcast and cold. A furious back-and-forth of chainsaws from the powerline, where a crew works to refresh the century-old clearcut.
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    Clear and still. A double splat of black walnuts onto the driveway. At the top of an oak, a crow grooms itself with a soft clicking sound.

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