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warblers

May 18, 2023 by Dave Bonta

High-altitude murk gives the low-angled light a timeless feel. It’s barely above freezing, but the birds still sound ecstatic. Tennessee or Blackburnian warbler? That accelerating buzz…

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags clouds, cold, warblers
May 3, 2018 by Dave Bonta

Three days of heat have fuzzed the treetops in gray-green gauze. A warbler wheezes. The breeze makes an empty beer bottle moan.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags black-and-white warbler, warblers
May 3, 2012 by Dave Bonta

Sun struggles through the humid air: a golden glow. The leaves look twice as big as yesterday, animated by the buzzy calls of warblers.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags sunrise, warblers 3 Comments

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On This Day

  • December 2, 2024
    Overcast and cold. Ten minutes before sunrise, a yellow rent appears in the clouds. In the distance, the neighbor’s chickens start up a racket.
  • December 2, 2023
    Fog hides the sunrise, apart from a small opening on the ridgetop that fills with golden light. Then the gray curtain comes down again.
  • December 2, 2022
    The frosted meadow glitters in the sun. A scrabbling of squirrel claws on bark. Off to the south, a raven croaks; to the north, crows.
  • December 2, 2021
    It’s damp and warmish. A red-bellied woodpecker comes silently rocketing out of the woods. The creek remains mum about last night’s rain.
  • December 2, 2020
    Raw and wintry, with snow on the ground and an iron wind. I muse on the convergent evolution of “December” and “dismember”.

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