raven – Page 7 – The Morning Porch

12/26/2012

Dave Bonta December 26, 2012

Has the sky been this gray all month, looking white only because there was no snow for comparison? A pair of ravens fly low over the trees.

Dave Bonta November 24, 2012 2

Snowflakes swirl past the porch; the trees twist and sway. High, thin notes of a white-throated sparrow. A raven croaks twice.

Dave Bonta October 18, 2012

Four crows around the houses are voicing loud displeasure at something or other. I hear bemusement in the croak of a raven high overhead.

Dave Bonta September 25, 2012 2

Four bluebirds take turns checking out the empty flicker hole in the dead elm—a winter nest site, maybe? A raven flies past, croaking.

Dave Bonta August 28, 2012

Cool and clear except for a few scraps of cloud and a pair of ravens high overhead, their hollow, metallic croaks like steampunk crows.

Dave Bonta July 26, 2012 1

The yark, yark of ravens skimming the trees, the low cloud ceiling just above. Crushing humidity. Vegetation still drips from a dawn storm.

Dave Bonta July 17, 2012

An enormous horsefly patrols the porch railing, gray and golden hairs shining in the sun. The faint croaks of a raven somewhere to the west.

Dave Bonta February 7, 2012 1

The deep, soulful croak of a raven high above the ridge, side by side with its mate, heading east. Far behind them, a rabble of crows.

Dave Bonta December 25, 2011

Cloudless at sunrise, and the yard a-glitter with frost. It’s dead silent, save for the stream’s gurgle and a raven croaking high overhead.

Dave Bonta December 5, 2011 1

Crows and ravens squabble over deer gut-piles in the woods. Dirt flies at the woods’ edge as a groundhog enlarges the entrance to its den.

Dave Bonta October 24, 2011 2

The woods are more open by the day. Three croaks from overhead: raven. The electric company’s line crew arrives, red flags on their truck.

Dave Bonta July 25, 2011 2

Overcast and cool, with the smell of rain. Instead of the crows that woke me at dawn, now ravens are exchanging croaks, one high, one low.

Dave Bonta March 14, 2011 5

Scattered snowflakes wander back and forth like lost souls. I watch one explode against a branch of the dead cherry. The croak of a raven.

Dave Bonta January 31, 2011 6

Thickening contrails stripe the sky. Two ravens fly side-by-side over the house, trading hoarse commentary. The blur of hoarfrost.