song sparrow

Saturday November 17, 2018

Dave Bonta November 17, 2018 1

Where the stream fans out beside the springhouse, birds hop down the snowbanks and into the water to bathe: sparrows, juncos, Carolina wren.

Dave Bonta March 25, 2018

Cold as a well under a deep blue sky torn by the distant roar of military jets. The morning singers carry on: cardinal, song sparrow, robin.

Dave Bonta February 12, 2018 1

Two clouds cross, a high one going north and a low one going south—a sight so odd it feels like an omen, until the song sparrow sings.

Dave Bonta January 28, 2018

The cloud ceiling—as meteorologists call it—grows thin, judging by the sun’s intensifying glow. Agitated song sparrows chirp back and forth.

Dave Bonta January 3, 2018

Deer came in the night and dug up half the yard to get at the evergreen myrtle. Sun pours down from a cloudless sky. A song sparrow sings.

Dave Bonta March 17, 2017

I take off my hat to sunbathe as icicles drop, turning the roof toothless. The brass section tunes up: jay, cardinal, song sparrow.

Dave Bonta February 25, 2017

Two song sparrows in a singing contest under dark clouds. I try to hear urgency and seriousness in their bubbly notes as the sky opens up.

Dave Bonta November 30, 2016

‪I have to wipe the fog off my chair before I can sit. After a while, it begins to rain. In the dead meadow weeds, a commentary of sparrows.‬

Dave Bonta March 20, 2016

At mid-morning, a low, heavy cloud ceiling that muffles sound. The first snowflakes wander in, accompanied by a song sparrow’s jaunty tune.

Dave Bonta March 8, 2016

Sunny and warm. A bluebird is warbling up by the barn and a song sparrow sings next to the springhouse.