Chipping sparrows feed a fledgling in the grass next to the wall, making much too much noise—even a deer would nosh on such a fine morsel.
deer
7/2/2009
6/26/2009
Bright sunshine after a night of thunderstorms. Four deer—two does and two fawns—run through the steaming woods.
6/22/2009
Soft applause from the road bank: a doe’s ears flapping as she shakes her head to chase away the flies.
5/15/2009
5/6/2009
4/17/2009
3/31/2009
Sunny and cold. My mother starts up the trail into the woods with her pant-legs tucked into her socks against the plague of deer ticks.
3/24/2009
3/18/2009
Bluebird, white-throated sparrow, a starling’s liquid note, and high overhead, a killdeer: the sky must be blue above the fog.