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American goldfinch

December 19, 2024 by Dave Bonta

Overcast, but with more brightness than gloom. On the forest floor, a barely-there lacework of snow. Somewhere in between, a goldfinch’s warble.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags American goldfinch, clouds, snow
November 27, 2024 by Dave Bonta

An hour late for sunrise, I’m consoled by a radiance in the clouds, a sheen on the forest floor, a twittering of goldfinches.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags American goldfinch, clouds
November 14, 2024 by Dave Bonta

Heavily overcast without a breath of wind—classic November weather. A small carnival of goldfinches moves through the treetops on squeaky wheels.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags American goldfinch, clouds
July 27, 2024 by Dave Bonta

Sun in the treetops. I try to re-find the half moon—nothing but goldfinches.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags American goldfinch, moon, sunrise
July 7, 2024 by Dave Bonta

Clear and blessedly cool as sunlight floods the treetops. A distant siren. The incessant chatter of goldfinches.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags American goldfinch
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
July 2, 2024 by Dave Bonta

The garlic heads in my yard give pause: a crowd of inverted commas, punctuating wildly. A goldfinch drops by to strip the seeds from an old weed stalk.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags American goldfinch, garlic 2 Comments
June 1, 2024 by Dave Bonta

Long johns on the first of June! 41F/5C. And the sun already in the treetops with the goldfinches.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags American goldfinch, cold, sunrise
May 8, 2024 by Dave Bonta

A damp sunrise after thunderstorms in the night. Waves of scent from the lilac, whose blossoms are beginning to fade and droop. The nonstop chatter of goldfinches.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags American goldfinch, lilac, sunrise
March 29, 2024 by Dave Bonta

A goldfinch foraging alone in the crown of a birch continues to warble, intonation rising and falling as if still in conversation with the flock. The sun muscles up through the ridgetop trees.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags American goldfinch, black birch, sunrise
March 27, 2024 by Dave Bonta

The briefest opening in the clouds for sunrise. The first brown thrasher drops by to sing a few bars. Then the squeaky wheels of goldfinches, converging on my mother’s feeders.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags American goldfinch, brown thrasher, clouds, sunrise 2 Comments
December 26, 2023 by Dave Bonta

Rain tapering into mist and drizzle. A squirrel finds a black walnut next to the road, swiftly de-husks it and carries it away. The sky brightens. A goldfinch lisps a single note.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags American goldfinch, black walnut, fog, gray squirrel, rain
March 31, 2026November 24, 2023 by Dave Bonta

Overcast but bright. I watch small flocks of birds move through the tops of the birches: juncos, kinglets, goldfinches, each skeletal crown studded with winged jewels.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags American goldfinch, black birch, clouds, golden-crowned kinglet, juncos
November 9, 2023 by Dave Bonta

it starts raining just as I come out on the porch, completing the November trinity: cold, gray, and wet. Goldfinch chatter. The keening of truck tires on the interstate.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags American goldfinch, I-99, rain
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