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red-winged blackbird

April 2, 2010 by Dave Bonta

Sunrise, and a red-winged blackbird calls twice: sound like a blood-shot sun half-submerged in dark feathers, part trill, part gurgle.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags red-winged blackbird, sunrise
March 26, 2009 by Dave Bonta

First rainy morning in weeks, but how quickly things turn to rust: rasp of a starling, a red-winged blackbird’s call, a scolding squirrel.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags gray squirrel, red-winged blackbird, starling
April 4, 2008 by Dave Bonta

Somewhere in the fog, a red-winged blackbird, a pair of mourning doves, a robin, a flock of finches. Half an hour later, nothing but rain.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags American robin, fog, mourning doves, red-winged blackbird
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On This Day

  • September 14, 2025
    Mounds of white snakeroot in the yard glow dimly in the light of a half moon. Orion gets one leg over the ridge before he starts to fade, and the soft calls of migrant thrushes fill the trees.
  • September 14, 2024
    Distant shots from a semi-automatic: poppoppoppoppoppop. The flutter of a falling leaf. A squirrel’s footsteps on the roof.
  • September 14, 2023
    Half an hour before sunrise, the goldenrod is already aglow. Venus and Jupiter fade into a cloudless sky. Towhees begin to tweet.
  • September 14, 2021
    Fifteen minutes before sunrise, thin fog appears and disappears. A few wood thrush notes. A chestnut-sided warbler’s “Pleased to meetcha!”
  • September 14, 2018
    The dampness thickens into drizzle. Its soundtrack: the unending trill of tree crickets. The forest begins to glisten like a salamander.

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