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I-99

March 11, 2025 by Dave Bonta

Another crystal-clear dawn. A song sparrow and a Carolina wren are trading licks, following initial solos from a robin and a cardinal, all over the whine of traffic.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags American robin, cardinal, Carolina wren, dawn, I-99, song sparrow
March 10, 2025 by Dave Bonta

In the half dark, the roar of Monday morning traffic from over the ridge. The last stars fade. A cardinal pipes up.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags cardinal, dawn, I-99
February 24, 2025 by Dave Bonta

Contrails fading to white after sunrise—toppled columns from a ruined temple. Three bugle notes from a lone goose. The dull roar of traffic.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags Canada geese, clouds, I-99
February 3, 2025 by Dave Bonta

A fresh half-inch of snow, and the ground’s as white as the sky again. From over the ridge, the roar of a Monday morning. A blue jay jeers.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags blue jays, I-99, snow
September 8, 2026January 27, 2025 by Dave Bonta

Clear at daybreak with an inversion layer: tires on rumble strips interrupting the chatter of finches. The sun prickly as a porcupine among the trees.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags house finch, I-99, sunrise
January 13, 2025 by Dave Bonta

Overcast and two degrees above freezing at dawn, the inversion layer bringing traffic noise from the valley to mingle with scattered chirps and the whistles of dove wings.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags I-99, juncos, mourning doves
December 24, 2024 by Dave Bonta

A fresh half-inch of snow turns the woods’ edge into calligraphy. Then an inversion layer brings traffic noise, a shimmer of freezing drizzle, the tut-tutting of a Carolina wren.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags Carolina wren, I-99, rain, snow
October 13, 2024 by Dave Bonta

Cloudy at sunrise except just above the eastern horizon: the western ridge turns red, then slowly fades. Inversion makes the interstate sound much too close.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags I-99, sunrise
October 4, 2024 by Dave Bonta

More clouds than sun. A smell of woodsmoke. Stillness haunted by the distant sounds of wheels and engines.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags clouds, I-99
September 12, 2024 by Dave Bonta

Cool and still with murky sunlight and yellow leaves dropping one by one. From the north and east, the guttural hum of industry—that drone note.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags fall foliage, I-99, quarry
August 21, 2024 by Dave Bonta

Clear and cold, with an inversion layer making the hollow noisy with traffic. When it wanes: church bells. A blue jay’s distress call.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags blue jays, I-99
June 13, 2024 by Dave Bonta

A crow gurgling in dispute to the east, a jake-breaking truck to the west… the wood thrush with his pure, bell-like notes gets no respect.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags crow, I-99, trucks, wood thrush
June 12, 2024 by Dave Bonta

Cold and partly clear. A distant motorcycle accelerates and shifts gears. A cranefly drifts past, improbable as a steam-punk contraption.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags cranefly, I-99
May 22, 2024 by Dave Bonta

The sun finally clears the trees at 9:00. A bluebird and a phoebe call back and forth in the yard, an ovenbird and a red-eyed vireo talk over each other in the woods, and in the valley, traffic, a tractor, a train.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags bluebird, I-99, ovenbird, phoebe, red-eyed vireo, train
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On This Day

  • November 1, 2025
    Red sky behind red leaves at sunrise. In the yard, big winds have stripped the tulip tree of all but its smallest leaves—the sheerest of dresses.
  • November 1, 2024
    After rain in the small hours, a clearing wind at dawn. Winter wren song issues from a hole in the road bank—a quiet torrent.
  • November 1, 2023
    Wet snow plastered to everything except the moon, somewhere above the clouds. Off to the southeast, a siren starts to wail.
  • November 1, 2022
    Clouds selectively erasing the stars at dawn. A strong inversion layer: traffic noise from the interstate mingles with barred owl calls.
  • November 1, 2021
    They’re shapeshifting daily now, the faces in the thinning treetops silhouetted against the dawn sky. I push my glasses down to unblur the moon.

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