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harvestmen

September 24, 2010 by Dave Bonta

A harvestman stilting across the porch stops to poke each fallen walnut leaf. Up in the woods, the sudden squirrel rattle that means Hawk.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags gray squirrel, harvestmen
July 13, 2010 by Dave Bonta

Tansy blooms beside the porch. Black ants and harvestmen wander the allegedly insecticidal leaves; only the yellow flowers remain untouched.

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August 9, 2008 by Dave Bonta

50°F. A daddylonglegs descends a goldenrod stem, slow as the minute hand on a clock. A catbird bursts from the lilac, crackling with alarm.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags catbird, goldenrod, harvestmen, lilac

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