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November 30, 2025 by Dave Bonta

Gloomy and still. The faint rattle of something like rain, that soon turns into something like snow and peters out. A distant honking of geese.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags Canada geese, rain, snow Leave a comment
November 26, 2025 by Dave Bonta

The rain peters out not long after sunrise. Fog retreats up the hill. A ladybird beetle wanders the folds of my barn coat.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags fog, ladybird beetle, rain Leave a comment
November 25, 2025 by Dave Bonta

Light rain as the sky grows light. Two screech owls call back and forth, trill answering quaver, just as the Carolina wrens do a few minutes later.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags Carolina wren, rain, screech owl Leave a comment
November 22, 2025 by Dave Bonta

Drizzle at sunrise. Rain-slick tree trunks shine in their green sleeves of lichen. The sky shows signs of breaking up.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags lichen, rain, sunrise Leave a comment
November 8, 2025 by Dave Bonta

Mostly clear after last night’s rain. A flat-tire moon hangs low in the west. The wingbeats of a raven are, for a few moments, the loudest sound.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags moon, rain, raven
October 31, 2025 by Dave Bonta

Cold wind seasoned with rain—almost maritime weather. I sit in my old barn coat like a barnacle, listening for the approach of dawn.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags rain, wind
October 30, 2025 by Dave Bonta

Hard rain easing off by mid-morning. The sky brightens. A junco by the springhouse warbles its most complex song.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags junco, rain
October 20, 2025 by Dave Bonta

Wind and rain at dawn. Half an hour before sunrise, a great twittering erupts from the meadow as hundreds of white-throated sparrows, sheltering deep in the goldenrod, begin to awaken.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags goldenrod, rain, white-throated sparrow, wind
October 13, 2025 by Dave Bonta

Steady rain from heavy clouds, with the seeming glow of orange and yellow leaves in lieu of a sunrise. A drenched gray squirrel beside the porch peers up at the sky.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags clouds, gray squirrel, rain, sunrise
October 12, 2025 by Dave Bonta

From hard rain to a shimmer of drizzle to almost-sun by late morning, I have sat with a wounded foot propped up on the porch railing like an unlucky rabbit, taking whatever comes.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags rain
October 8, 2025 by Dave Bonta

Early-morning rain past, a chill breeze stirs in the tulip poplar beside the springhouse, four-lobed leaves waving like jazz hands on a thousand-armed bodhisattva, some green, some yellow.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags rain, tulip tree, wind
September 25, 2025 by Dave Bonta

Steady rain. An hour past daybreak, it begins to get dark again. The rain comes down harder. A cardinal chirps.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags cardinal, rain
September 24, 2025 by Dave Bonta

Rain in widely scattered drops, a light seasoning over everything. It intensifies; a half-molted walnut tree begins leafleting the yard. It tapers off. A squirrel chisels open a nut.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags black walnut, gray squirrel, rain
September 22, 2025 by Dave Bonta

The first rain in weeks begins tapping on the roof at dawn. Then it’s here in a rush, the bone-dry leaf duff rattling into a roar.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags rain
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