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January 17, 2019 by Dave Bonta

Gloomy, but the birds seem excited, perhaps sensing an approaching storm. A titmouse fleeing a fight lands on a maple limb red with fungus.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags fungi, red maple, tufted titmouse
June 2, 2012 by Dave Bonta

Another of the dead cherry’s limbs broke off in the night, leaving just one more forked limb and a cluster of stumps, scabrous with fungi.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags cherry tree, fungi 2 Comments
February 1, 2012February 1, 2012 by Dave Bonta

Dark clouds part in the west, flooding the yard at sunrise with sunset light. A log furred with white fungi glows in the snow-free woods.

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  • July 3, 2025
    Out at dawn for the cardinal’s opening salvo and a mosquito nuzzling my neck. The twittering of goldfinches. An east-bound freight blows its horn.
  • July 3, 2024
    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.
  • July 3, 2023
    Back from the city, wondering how everything could have gotten so much greener and more lush in just four days. The sun comes out. Leaves glisten like wet tongues.
  • July 3, 2022
    Overcast at sunrise. The woodpeckers’ percussive breakfasts. A mosquito wanders over my propped-up feet.
  • July 3, 2021
    On a dark and cloudy morning, the green of the woods’ edge seems even more intense. The scarlet tanager sounds hoarse with longing.

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