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October 29, 2024 by Dave Bonta

With no inversion layer, the early-morning traffic noise keeps its distance, like the worn-down moon cradling its heart of darkness. My rumbling stomach is the loudest thing.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags dawn, moon
October 28, 2024 by Dave Bonta

Red dawn spreading like a wine spill from a small patch of burgundy near the moon, which I watch with head held still to see it inch from twig to twig. A white-throated sparrow is the first to sing.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags clouds, dawn, moon, white-throated sparrow 2 Comments
October 27, 2024 by Dave Bonta

Sunday silence. The moon tangled in the treetops glimmers under a heavy eyelid. A train plays rooster for the dawn.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags dawn, moon, train
October 23, 2024 by Dave Bonta

Before dawn, a moon with toothmarks. The tick tock of an acorn dropped by a flying squirrel.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags flying squirrels, moon
October 22, 2024 by Dave Bonta

Orange light seeps down the western ridge. The half moon high overhead has been abandoned by its entourage of stars. A crow sits in a newly bare walnut tree, yelling.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags American crow, black walnut, moon, sunrise
October 21, 2024 by Dave Bonta

Wind rustling through fallen leaves in the moonlight. When it stops, I can hear the careful footsteps of a deer.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags fall foliage, moon, white-tailed deer
October 19, 2024 by Dave Bonta

In the frosty stillness, I watch moonlight disappear into dawnlight. Half an hour before sunrise, an acorn falls with a thud and all the sparrows begin twittering.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags dawn, frost, moon, song sparrow, white-throated sparrow
October 18, 2024 by Dave Bonta

Dawn light with sparrow song. The full moon of my insomnia still glows above the western ridge as blood dries on the mousetrap under the stairs.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags dawn, moon, song sparrow, white-throated sparrow
August 28, 2024 by Dave Bonta

Warm and humid, with a sickle moon high overhead. I battle mosquitos in between reading about eastern equine encephalitis on my phone.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags moon, mosquito
September 3, 2025August 26, 2024 by Dave Bonta

A half moon hangs overhead, its light lost to the dawn. A bat makes one last circuit of the yard, where the white tops of snakeroot are beginning to show.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags dawn, moon, white snakeroot
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
May 27, 2024 by Dave Bonta

Dawn: a blurry moon just above the trees losing its glow. The wood thrush’s ethereal song gives way to a red-eyed vireo sounding like a wind-up bird, going at twice normal speed.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags dawn, moon, red-eyed vireo, wood thrush
April 30, 2024 by Dave Bonta

The sun rose while I was watching the moon. Now there’s a black-throated blue warbler at the woods’ edge whispering its three-syllable song.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags black-throated blue warbler, moon, sunrise
September 8, 2026April 29, 2024 by Dave Bonta

Night and day overlap as the moon rises through the trees, serenaded by a family of barred owls, while the first song sparrow and cardinal herald the dawn. Then the whip-poor-will begins to shriek.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags barred owl, cardinal, moon, song sparrow, whippoorwill
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On This Day

  • October 15, 2025
    Bright periods alternate with gloom on a cool, cloudy morning, with an intermittent breeze paging through the tulip tree leaves. A sound like the clacking of a typewriter as a squirrel trots across the metal roof overhead.
  • October 15, 2024
    Three deer are running back and forth through the woods: flashes of white tails, the thunder of hooves. A small black birch nearly bare of leaves is a-flutter with kinglets.
  • October 15, 2023
    Overcast but brightening. Snow birds are moving through the half-bare lilac, exchanging notes. Titmice and chickadees forage in the thinning birches.
  • October 15, 2020
    Cold and clear. A sharp-shinned hawk skulking near the ground darts into a barberry bush to await whatever feathered breakfast may come.
  • October 15, 2018
    Just inside the woods a tall black locust leans at a steep angle, held up only by its neighbors. I remember hearing the crack, but not when.

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