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phoebe

May 16, 2009 by Dave Bonta

A phoebe hovers beside its nest under the springhouse eaves, then lands above it, bug still in beak, tail like a tapping foot: ah, marriage.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags phoebe, springhouse
April 11, 2009 by Dave Bonta

In the cold rain, a pair of phoebes sit on a branch of the lilac overhanging my sidewalk, flicking their tails and gazing at the portico.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags lilac, phoebe
March 27, 2009 by Dave Bonta

The rain-soaked forest glistens in the sun, bejeweled. The air is full of traffic noise and gnats with shining wings.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags phoebe
September 3, 2012September 3, 2008 by Dave Bonta

The rending of a limb or small tree down in the hollow, followed by… nothing. A phoebe sings a few bars of his old song and falls silent.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags phoebe
July 10, 2008 by Dave Bonta

A phoebe darts and hovers, gleaning insects off the wet weeds. Yesterday, I watched a phoebe help feed four catbird fledglings in the lilac.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags catbird, lilac, phoebe
May 28, 2008 by Dave Bonta

The flower heads on the white lilac are half-brown now. Two phoebes take turns flying into the bush, momentarily quelling insistent peeps.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags lilac, phoebe
March 27, 2008 by Dave Bonta

The snow is gone (again) and the first phoebe circles the barn and shed, expressing his satisfaction with the location, location, location.

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