New Year’s Day is rain and wind, and the first bird on my Plummer’s Hollow 2025 list is a Common Raven. From my balcony perch in downtown Tyrone, facing the river, rail, and interstate, I hear its mournful intonation in the distance at precisely 7:21 AM, from somewhere off beyond the train station. Unbeknownst to me, Eric’s PUC recorder already picked up a