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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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  • August 13, 2025
    A dawn chorus of tree crickets, field crickets and mole crickets. After a half-clear sunrise, the clouds move in.
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    A meteor streaks the dawn sky—a fast, yellow brushstroke. From over the ridge, the quarry’s dull grind. The first, faint twittering from the meadow.
  • August 13, 2023
    Sun in the treetops. A Carolina wren keeps answering a flicker, as if trying to master its call. Tree crickets. A train horn.
  • August 13, 2022
    45F/7C at sunrise. I carry a chair up into the woods, watch sunlight seep down the oaks with color commentary by a red-eyed vireo.
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    First light. A meteor slices through Orion below the belt, and I flinch like a spectator at a pro wrestling match.

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