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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
January 22, 2021 by Dave Bonta

Half an hour before sunrise, the first inquisitive chirps: mockingbird. A snow-free caesura in the road where the spring flows under it.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags mockingbird, road, snow
January 12, 2021 by Dave Bonta

A mixed flock of winter birds flitting though the yard. The mockingbird comes flying over the house and joins them at a half-frozen seep.

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January 5, 2021 by Dave Bonta

The mockingbird in a bush beside the stream chases off other birds coming in to drink. A squirrel with only half a tail plods over the snow.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags gray squirrel, mockingbird, stream
December 27, 2020 by Dave Bonta

It’s less frigid this morning. The mockingbird overwintering in the barberry hedge next to the shed lands on a branch in the almost sunshine.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags cold, mockingbird

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On This Day

  • October 9, 2025
    Cold, clear, and quiet except for the crow in the road when I came out, who took several, labored wingbeats to reach his high-pitched cry.
  • October 9, 2024
    Clear and still cold at mid-morning. Sunlight flashes through thinning leaves shuffled by the wind, the sun’s own color more a yell than a yellow.
  • October 9, 2023
    An hour before dawn, the crescent moon hangs just above the ridge, with Venus blazing like a campfire through the trees. It’s cold. An inversion layer brings the sound of every engine waking in the valley.
  • October 9, 2022
    One degree above freezing at sunrise. A breeze reshuffles the walnut leaves on the porch. I find small patches of frost up by the barn.
  • October 9, 2021
    Fifteen minutes after sunrise, the sky darkens again. The fierce yet querulous cries of a Cooper’s hawk skimming the treetops.

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