Dave Bonta morningporch@identi.ca

Plummer's Hollow, Pennsylvania

The view from my front porch first thing in the morning. davebonta.com.

  • 2013-07-12T03:06:58Z via Identi.ca Web To: Public CC: Followers

    Testing the new Identi.ca...
  • 2013-06-11T10:57:19+00:00 via web To: Public

    Overcast and cool. The catbird takes a break from improvising on the songs of other birds to tangle with his reflection in my front window.
  • 2013-06-10T15:16:31+00:00 via web To: Public

    It's raining. The chickadees have fledged and gone, and their hole in the cherry stump seems as empty as a skull's eye socket.
  • 2013-06-09T16:05:44+00:00 via web To: Public

    A butterfly morning. Silver-spotted skippers chase through the dame's-rocket while red-spotted purples contend for supremacy over the porch.
  • 2013-06-08T15:29:04+00:00 via web To: Public

    The tall tulip poplar is in bloom, yellow dishes open to the flat-white sky as if waiting for a radio signal or a morsel of sun.
  • 2013-06-07T15:38:13+00:00 via web To: Public

    A deer at the edge of the rain-drenched meadow seems rooted to the spot. At last I glimpse beneath her belly the ears of a very small fawn.
  • 2013-06-06T15:56:38+00:00 via web To: Public

    On a dark, rainy morning, the flashing orange light on the meter reader's truck. A heron flies over the house—its long, skinny legs.
  • 2013-06-05T16:14:29+00:00 via web To: Public

    Shadows of vultures slip through the trees. A bumblebee lands on a porch post and grooms her thorax and mouthparts with her four front legs.
  • 2013-06-04T14:26:46+00:00 via web To: Public

    Bright sun, sharp-edged shadows and a breeze with teeth. Still, the catbird warbles jazz, and small insects drift on glistening wings.
  • 2013-06-03T15:48:43+00:00 via web To: Public

    While the male chickadee calls from the end of a walnut branch, his mate combs the leaves for caterpillars, hovering, hanging upside-down.
  • 2013-06-02T16:22:30+00:00 via web To: Public

    Rainy and cool. A pair of goldfinches spiral up from the meadow, twittering. I find a dead ant in my last mouthful of coffee.
  • 2013-06-02T15:51:55+00:00 via web To: a(n) person, Public

    "The Banality of 'Don't Be Evil'" http://is.gd/mOLU4a - Julian Assange on Google's "The New Digital Age" for @nytimes
  • 2013-06-01T14:32:45+00:00 via web To: Public

    The chickadee flies in with food and flies out with a fecal sac. In the meadow, yellow iris like a tour group in a crowd of dame's-rocket.
  • 2013-05-31T23:19:19+00:00 via web To: Public

    Sad that Identi.ca is going away. I used to compose whole poems one dent at a time: http://wp.me/pdveh-13t
  • 2013-05-31T14:13:28+00:00 via web To: Public

    Two wood satyr butterflies careen through the yard, the dark pages of their wings marked with yellow Os. A blue dragonfly circles the house.
  • 2013-05-30T12:32:47+00:00 via web To: Public

    The female chickadee perches motionless in the mouth of the den. The male gives her an inchworm and she sits holding it for half a minute.
  • 2013-05-29T15:31:54+00:00 via web To: Public

    It's hot. A firefly lands on the shady side of the white railing, antennae moving rapidly as if assessing a new, poor substitute for night.
  • 2013-05-28T15:28:08+00:00 via web To: Public

    The hollow tock of a chipmunk calling from within the rock wall. A chickadee perched atop the stump opens his wings wide to shake off rain.
  • 2013-05-27T16:04:30+00:00 via web To: Public

    Three deer graze in the meadow, ears and tails flapping to keep off the flies. From the valley, a steam locomotive's lonesome wail.
  • 2013-05-26T15:14:26+00:00 via web To: Public

    The Baltimore oriole flies from treetop to treetop, laying claim to the yard. A lone chimney swift cuts arabesques in the cobalt blue sky.