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wood thrush

May 12, 2024 by Dave Bonta

Heavily overcast and cold. A redstart is calling from above the springhouse—a buoyant buzz—while a distant wood thrush makes me revisit my dreams.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags American redstart, clouds, wood thrush
April 19, 2024 by Dave Bonta

A heavy white sky giving few hints of sunrise. In the distance, the faint bells of a wood thrush. A field sparrow’s accelerating rush toward silence.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags clouds, field sparrow, wood thrush
September 7, 2023 by Dave Bonta

Just at the point where the half-moon loses its share of the shadows, a migrant thrush calls from the woods’ edge: a few soft notes, then silence. The sky turns pink.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags dawn, moon, wood thrush
August 27, 2023 by Dave Bonta

Crystal-clear and still. At first light, the soft calls of wood thrushes, no doubt tired and hungry after their all-night flights. Pale crowds of snakeroot seem to glow.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags dawn, white snakeroot, wood thrush
August 14, 2023 by Dave Bonta

At ten minutes till sunrise, the first hummingbird buzzes in to the orange touch-me-nots. A wood thrush calls from the woods’ edge, but doesn’t sing.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags jewelweed, ruby-throated hummingbird, wood thrush
July 30, 2023 by Dave Bonta

Clear and cool. A migrant wood thrush calls softly at first light. It’s very still. Then the wrens wake up.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags Carolina wren, dawn, wood thrush
July 27, 2023 by Dave Bonta

A wood thrush is singing in the distance. I shoo away the mosquito singing in my ear to listen.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags mosquito, wood thrush
July 12, 2023 by Dave Bonta

Cool enough to seem autumnal, but for the wood thrush and hooded warbler calling from the woods’ edge and the hummingbirds buzzing in the bergamot.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags bergamot, hooded warbler, wood thrush
June 24, 2023 by Dave Bonta

Foggy at dawn for the wood thrush’s solo. The wild garlics are beginning to raise their egret heads.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags dawn, fog, garlic, wood thrush
June 5, 2023 by Dave Bonta

Cool with thin clouds. Two wood thrushes fly into the woods, dead grass trailing from the leader’s beak. A chipmunk runs under my chair.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags chipmunks, clouds, wood thrush
May 28, 2023 by Dave Bonta

Filmy-winged insects drift through rays of sun. A wood thrush comes out into the meadow, hopping like a robin along the edge of the drive.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags wood thrush
May 16, 2023 by Dave Bonta

Another deliciously cool dawn. A wood thrush on the far side of the yard sings a simplified, less ethereal version of their call—the result no doubt of having been raised too close to traffic or industrial noise.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags dawn, noise pollution, wood thrush
May 7, 2023 by Dave Bonta

Dawn. Strips of cloud redden like a ladder of blood. But for sheer augury, nothing can top a blossoming hawthorn at the forest edge issuing a torrent of wood thrush song.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags clouds, dawn, hawthorn, wood thrush 2 Comments
May 1, 2023 by Dave Bonta

Cold and half-clear for a red sunrise. The stream is still quiet—more raininess than actual rain. From off in the distance, a wood thrush’s ethereal trill.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags clouds, rain, stream, sunrise, wood thrush
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