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September 9, 2024 by Dave Bonta

A cold and cloudy dawn. The thump and clatter of hooves, deer crashing through the underbrush—hounded not by a predator but the first stirrings of rut. A migrant thrush’s soft call.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags clouds, dawn, deer, wood thrush
August 24, 2024 by Dave Bonta

Clear and still, except for some noise from the quarry—the crusher digesting its breakfast of stone. A deer’s footsteps up in the woods. A scolding squirrel.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags deer, gray squirrel, quarry
July 15, 2024 by Dave Bonta

Breezy and warm. Half of the leaves on the big tulip tree at the woods’ edge have turned yellow from the drought, and are beginning to fall. A deer coughs by the springhouse.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags deer, tulip tree
July 14, 2024 by Dave Bonta

In the early morning coolness, a soft thunder of deer hooves up in the woods. From overhead, the calls of purple martins already on the wing.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags deer, purple martins
July 3, 2024 by Dave Bonta

A deer moves through the sunrise meadow, head and ears visible above the weeds. The furious chittering of a small flock of goldfinches swirling past.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags American goldfinch, deer, sunrise
March 31, 2026June 25, 2024 by Dave Bonta

Clear and cool. A deer snorts alarm up in the woods. A female cardinal picks a black raspberry on her way through my yard.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags black raspberry, cardinal, deer
June 2, 2024 by Dave Bonta

Heavily overcast and cool. Several deer are running back and forth in the woods, giving me glimpses of their red summer pelts. A thrasher sings a few bars and falls silent.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags brown thrasher, deer
February 7, 2024 by Dave Bonta

Cold and still all the way to the stars, which are just beginning to fade. A barred owl calls once. The hesitant footfalls of a deer coming down to drink.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags barred owl, dawn, deer, stars
November 5, 2023 by Dave Bonta

Overcast sunrise for the return to standard time. The restless footsteps of a buck below the house, carrying his rack of bare branches into the woods.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags clouds, deer, sunrise
October 27, 2023 by Dave Bonta

Dark at sunrise, but only a sprinkle of rain. Up in the woods, a deer rustles through freshly fallen leaves, breakfasting on acorns.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags deer, fall foliage, rain, sunrise
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, deer
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
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
August 3, 2023 by Dave Bonta

An orange moon gone slightly flat hangs in the southwest at dawn. An eight-point buck grazes under the old lilac.

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On This Day

  • July 14, 2025
    Fog lingering into mid-morning. The sprawling lilac at the far edge of the yard is now more than half-brown with leaf-spot disease, brought on by this endless rainy season. The mullein stalk still follows its yellow flowers into the sky.
  • July 14, 2024
    In the early morning coolness, a soft thunder of deer hooves up in the woods. From overhead, the calls of purple martins already on the wing.
  • July 14, 2023
    The catbird mews and warbles, a hummingbird rockets back and forth, but it’s the mosquito’s still, small voice that gets my attention.
  • July 14, 2022
    Partly cloudy and cool. A large garter snake emerges from the stone wall and curls up on a sunny corner of the porch.
  • July 14, 2021
    Out in time for the tail end of the dawn chorus: field sparrow, red-eyed vireo, pewee, goldfinches, catbird. No more wood thrushes, alas.

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