Date: 11/13/24 2:49 am From: J J Allen <jjapple88...> Subject: [VTBIRD] Where have all the postings gone?
Hey everyone,
Are most of you posting bird sightings on eBird or iNaturalist or ???
Just wondering about the gradual decline over the years to this list serve.
Thank you,
Jeffrey Allen
> On Nov 13, 2024, at 00:00, VTBIRD automatic digest system <LISTSERV...> wrote:
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> There is 1 message totaling 43 lines in this issue.
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> Topics of the day:
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> 1. 12 November 2024: Hurricane Hill (1,100 feet), WRJ
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> Date: Tue, 12 Nov 2024 08:51:07 -0500
> From: Ted Levin <tedlevin1966...>
> Subject: 12 November 2024: Hurricane Hill (1,100 feet), WRJ
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> 6:19 a.m. (twenty-one minutes before sunrise). Forty degrees, wind
> Northwest 15 miles per hour, gusting to 35. Wild dawn. Inexorably windy.
> Sky cloaked in gray, steadily moving, thick and textured—then, a crack in
> the mantle: four lines of pink above the southeast corner of Hurricane
> Hill. Color spreads and intensifies, kindling the heavens. Hurricane Hill,
> capped in orange, intensely bright, spreads northeast above the mouth of
> the White River over the ridgeline and south beyond my sightline—a jubilee
> of color that lasts minutes ... ah, but what gorgeous minutes they are.
> Trees are in perpetual motion, rubbing and creaking and stirring. The
> seedheads of goldenrod become weather vanes. The last leaves loosen and
> launch. Five species of birds: barred owl, American crow, blue jay,
> black-capped chickadee, and tufted titmouse.
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> A blue jay imitating a red-tailed hawk—sharp voice piercing the wind—fools
> me. A black bird in an angry sky, a crow heads northwest at a snail's pace,
> wind-buffeted, up and down, above a landscape in turmoil. Another crow.
> Another joy ride.
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> Below the brooding hemlocks, a barred owl on an oak limb above the edge of
> the road, searching. Fourteen cervical vertebrae rotate softball-size head.
> The owl looks behind her. Looks in front. Head almost spinning.
> Shortchanged, I have only seven. To look behind me, I rotate my hips. Owl
> rotates her head. Dark eyes scanning. Asymmetrical ears filter out
> background noise—discriminating between footfalls and restless branches.
> Then, the owl slips into the dead air of the hemlocks—a silent departure
> like the coming and going of daydreams.
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> Sunrise doesn't get any better than this.
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