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April 21, 2023 by Dave Bonta

Cool and clear at sunrise. A gobbler trailed by two hens parades up into the forest, making a half-turn each time he opens the dark fan of his tail.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags sunrise, wild turkey
April 16, 2023April 16, 2023 by Dave Bonta

Sun glimmering through fog as wild turkeys whine and gobble, mourning doves moan, and a red-winged blackbird sings in the marsh.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags fog, mourning doves, red-winged blackbirds, sunrise, wild turkey
April 11, 2023 by Dave Bonta

The rambling old lilac is twice as green as it was yesterday, beginning to glow as the sun climbs out of some early-morning murk.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags lilac, sunrise
March 29, 2023 by Dave Bonta

Crystal-clear and still. Two pileated woodpeckers a quarter mile apart are having a drum-off. The rising sun sneaks up behind a tree.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags pileated woodpecker, sunrise
March 27, 2023 by Dave Bonta

Sunrise into thin cirrus. A few seconds of liquid joy: the song of winter wrens, two of them, darting low over the creek.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags stream, sunrise, winter wren
March 26, 2023 by Dave Bonta

Robins have joined the dawn chorus to dramatic effect; the hollow’s echo chamber throbs with birdsong. The first vulture of the day soars past a pink-bellied cloud.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags American robin, clouds, dawn, sunrise
March 23, 2023 by Dave Bonta

Fog and scattered showers. The last few woodcock peents overlap with phoebes—two of them already, trying to out-sing each other.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags fog, phoebe, rain, sunrise, woodcock
March 20, 2023 by Dave Bonta

Clear and cold. All the while the sunrise seeps down from the treetops, a squirrel files away at a rock-hard black walnut shell to extract meat seasoned by months underground.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags black walnut, gray squirrel, sunrise
March 19, 2023 by Dave Bonta

A dozen dead leaves circle the yard as the clouds’ bellies turn orange. A phoebe calls once, sotto voce, from a branch above the creek.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags clouds, phoebe, sunrise, wind
March 18, 2023 by Dave Bonta

The sun guttering below a lid of utility-gray cloud illuminates a small flotilla of snowflakes. It’s quiet apart from one, highly excited wren.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags Carolina wren, clouds, snow, snowflakes, sunrise
March 16, 2023 by Dave Bonta

Sunrise into slow-moving cirrus; the light dulls like the eyes of a dying fish. In the windless calm, the long gargle of an 18-wheeler descending an exit.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags clouds, I-99, sunrise, trucks
March 15, 2023 by Dave Bonta

Clear and cold, with a bitter wind to remind me it’s actually March. I watch the sun through the corner of my eye as it climbs through the ridgetop trees.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags cold, sunrise
March 10, 2023 by Dave Bonta

Flurries in lieu of a sunrise; the ground is already white again. A faint, yellow-green wash on the rambling old lilac—buds are beginning to swell.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags lilac, snow, sunrise
March 9, 2023 by Dave Bonta

Crystal clear and quiet from moonset to sunrise and beyond. The sine wave of a pileated woodpecker’s flight through the trees, each widely spaced flap propelling it upward.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags moon, pileated woodpecker, sunrise
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On This Day

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    Cool and mostly clear at sunrise. A goldfinch chirping in pentameter. The cerulean warbler changes trees—a blue-striped blur.
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    Cold and gray. A catbird crosses the yard with a fecal sac from one of its nestlings in its beak. A male ruby-throated hummingbird buzzes the boot soles on my propped-up feet.
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    Rising late, I’m in time to see the last cottontail going back under the house for a mid-morning nap. Cuckoos call in the distance. Common yellowthroat. Wood pewee.
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