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April 28, 2025 by Dave Bonta

Sunrise gutters in a gray bank of clouds. It’s cold. My breath hangs in the air like winter’s ghost.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags clouds, cold, sunrise
April 27, 2025 by Dave Bonta

The sun climbs through blossoming oaks whispery with wind. Pileated woodpeckers exchange volleys of thunder. A downy woodpecker rattles like a beggar with a cup.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags downy woodpecker, pileated woodpecker, sunrise, wind
April 24, 2025 by Dave Bonta

Clear and cool at sunrise, with ovenbirds calling in the woods and a red-winged blackbird in the meadow. Two squirrels climb high into the canopy to taste the oak blossoms.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags gray squirrel, ovenbird, red oak, red-winged blackbird, sunrise
April 20, 2025 by Dave Bonta

A cooler sunrise this morning with wind from the north. A ruby-crowned kinglet warbles up and down the scale. A hen turkey picks her way through spring onions.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags ruby-crowned kinglet, sunrise, wild turkey, wind
April 17, 2025 by Dave Bonta

Clear and still with frost in the yard and the gibbous moon caught in the treetops like a deflated balloon. A brown creeper sprials up a walnut tree. The sun comes up.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags black walnut, brown creeper, frost, moon, sunrise
April 10, 2025 by Dave Bonta

Sunrise somewhere between showers, cold and sodden, the sky flat-white like the eye of a dead fish. No flies for the flycatchers, no sun for the wren.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags Carolina wren, phoebe, rain, sunrise
April 8, 2025 by Dave Bonta

A patchwork sky at sunrise with a bitter wind. The daffodils’ cups are all overturned. A few lost snowflakes straggle past.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags clouds, daffodils, snowflakes, sunrise
April 4, 2025 by Dave Bonta

A damp and gloomy sunrise. Juncos twitter in the tops of black birches. A cowbird’s liquid note.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags cowbird, juncos, sunrise
March 28, 2025 by Dave Bonta

Sunrise from under a lid of cloud turning the ridge orange. The robin sings a few bars. A propellor plane fades into the distance.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags American robin, clouds, plane, sunrise
March 27, 2025 by Dave Bonta

Five degrees below freezing and half-cloudy at dawn, clearing off by sunrise. The robin is missing in action, offering no competition for the caroling of a Carolina wren.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags American robin, Carolina wren, clouds, dawn, sunrise
March 26, 2025 by Dave Bonta

A few degrees above freezing at sunrise. A titmouse’s monotonous song. The clouds turn orange and drift off like boats into the blue.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags clouds, sunrise, tufted titmouse
March 19, 2025 by Dave Bonta

Cool and clear. At sunrise a red squirrel appears on the end of my porch instead of the usual gray squirrel, spots me, and moves over to the stone wall where chipmunks always sit, nervously peering all about.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags red squirrel, sunrise
March 18, 2025 by Dave Bonta

A degree or two below freezing at dawn. The flat-tire moon fades into obscurity in the middle of a cloudless sky. The ridge turns red.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags dawn, moon, sunrise
March 13, 2025 by Dave Bonta

Red not where the sun rises but where the clouds are thin, off to the north. A silent crow takes a seat in the treetops. The thump of a squirrel falling to the forest floor.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags American crow, gray squirrel, sunrise
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On This Day

  • February 7, 2025
    Pink lingers in the sky for half an hour past sunrise. Great gusts of wind roar through the forest and my eyes track the motion,…
  • February 7, 2024
    Cold and still all the way to the stars, which are just beginning to fade. A barred owl calls once. The hesitant footfalls of a…
  • February 7, 2023
    The squirrel who de-husks walnuts atop the wall next to the lilac stops short when she sees that her piles have been swept away. She…
  • February 7, 2022
    Not as cold—nor as clear. A song sparrow runs through his repertoire at half volume and double speed, as if rehearsing.
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    Fine snow begins to fall. A squirrel is leaping through the treetops as if on some other white powder. Wakening nuthatches compare notes.

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