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factory whistle

January 27, 2021 by Dave Bonta

Is it night or day? The 7 o’clock factory whistle has the answer. Two minutes later, the mockingbird begins to chirp—that take-charge tone.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags factory whistle, mockingbird
August 4, 2011 by Dave Bonta

From the paper mill, the mournful note of the Protestant call to work. I watch an enormous horse-fly on the porch ceiling, ready to sprint.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags factory whistle, horsefly 1 Comment
November 13, 2007 by Dave Bonta

Rain drumming on the roof. A single bar of white-throated sparrow song, and then the factory whistle dividing the dawn from the day.

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On This Day

  • March 18, 2025
    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.
  • March 18, 2024
    Blue above the cloud bank blocking the sunrise. At the woods’ edge, white-breasted nuthatches are having a free and frank exchange of views.
  • March 18, 2023
    The sun guttering below a lid of utility-gray cloud illuminates a small flotilla of snowflakes. It’s quiet apart from one, highly excited wren.
  • March 18, 2022
    Sun climbing through the trees into a cloudless sky. A second male phoebe has joined the first, which means three times more phoebeing.
  • March 18, 2021
    A dark morning; the ridges disappear into fog. A Carolina wren’s call is barely audible over the rain’s deafening hush.

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