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yellow-rumped warbler

September 8, 2022 by Dave Bonta

Light rain accompanying a front. As it tapers off, the yard fills with small birds—yellow-rumped and other warblers combing the leaves for breakfast.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags fall warblers, rain, yellow-rumped warbler
October 11, 2020October 11, 2020 by Dave Bonta

I am mentally marking walnut saplings for removal when they fill with migrants: yellow-rumped and palm warbler, ruby-crowned kinglet.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags black walnut, fall warblers, palm warbler, ruby-crowned kinglet, yellow-rumped warbler
October 3, 2013 by Dave Bonta

Every morning more shards of ridge-top sky are visible through the trees. In the black birch’s yellow crown, yellow-rumped warblers.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags black birch, fall foliage, fall warblers, yellow-rumped warbler

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On This Day

  • September 16, 2025
    A knife-thin moon fades into the dawn sky. The only cloud huddles in the bottom corner of the meadow, where a phoebe is calling.
  • September 16, 2024
    Sun in the top of the tall tulip poplar—yellow crowning yellow. The last nighttime cricket falls silent. Off through the thinning woods, new chinks of sky.
  • September 16, 2022
    Cold (46F) with thin, high clouds. Black walnuts knocking on the roof. A red-tailed hawk drops in to visit the squirrels.
  • September 16, 2021
    Overcast and rainy. in the dim light, sunrise is evidenced only by the appearance of mosquitoes. One after another they land on my knuckles.
  • September 16, 2020
    Sun grown vague with haze from the burning of the west. The drone note of tree crickets, so much more introspective than cicadas.

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