Date: 12/31/20 12:27 pm
From: Nancy PerleeBRISTOL <nperlee...>
Subject: Re: [VTBIRD] December 31, 2020: Coyote Hollow , Thetford Center
One of your best yet!

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> On Dec 31, 2020, at 10:28 AM, Ted Levin <tedlevin1966...> wrote:
> 7:18 a.m. 34 degrees, wind SSW 4 mph (music in the beech). Sky: gray, raw,
> on the move, a ruffled quilt, horizon to horizon. A dusting of granular
> snow, tiny balls like upholstery stuffing. Permanent streams: ice . . .
> deep tunnels and submerged sheets, *far *more than I expected. Main
> channels pinched between metastasizing shelves that jut from both shores,
> oddly shaped like Chesapeake Bay's margin. Emergent rocks thickly coated.
> Wetlands: noisy crossbills above a sleepy marsh. I scour the sky and the
> pines, but I can't find them. Silently, red squirrels keep to themselves.
> Pond: even though the night was above freezing, the delta froze shut. The
> surface echos the clouds, gray and ruffled, with a few highlights. Dogs and
> I lurch along the shoreline, hoping for something more than yesterday's
> news . . . nada.
> Last day of a barely endurable year. Astonishing grace notes of a hermit
> thrush, an otherworldly song in the early weeks of the pandemic. Then, as
> time passes, I became hobbled by the constriction of restriction. How do I
> touch the people I love if I can't leave home? Rescued by a comet with a
> million-mile tail. Rescued, again, by the conjugation of planets.
> Repeatedly, staggered by a schizophrenic climate and a leader in diapers.
> Where would I be without chickadees? Day in and day out, they carry-on
> regardless of our news: their voice, their antics, their conviviality, a
> preamble to every sunrise of 2020. Snippets of their lives ground me (for a
> moment, at least). Chickadee: a bird to be thankful for. Silence my
> internal voice with their endless runs of *dee, dee, dee, dee, dee, dee.*
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