Yesterday’s Phenology: a more typical late February day. Temps in the low 40s. Lakes still largely ice covered, but bare of snow, so you can’t always be sure.
Song of the Day: Bennie Moten’s Orch, That’s What I’m Talking About
Yesterday’s Phenology: another February day, with the temps in the upper 30s and a sun that made it seem warmer than that and a bit of a breeze that made it seem colder than that. I guess, kind of a confusing day, in some respects. Cardinals singing their optimistic spring song. Saw some little yellow peeps in the sunday ads, seems a bit early for the peeps to come out, but everything is early this year I guess.
Song of the day: Benny Goodman, Moonglow
shimmering in the moonlight
caww caw calling caaaww
Yesterday’s Phenology: Heard a cardinal singing a spring song, though it was only in the 20s all day. Everything is drabby brown and cold and dry.
Not Nice! Sad!
Song of the day: CocoRosie, The Moon Asked The Crow
old crow looking down
sees me looking up and we
complete each other
Yesterday’s Phenology: Cold and gray in the morning. But no snow at all, not a whit. It all blew south of us. They got quite a bit down there, as predicted, 15 or 16 inches in places. Here? Zero. Not unexpected. But, as I said, colder, 20s, more Februaryistic than in the last several days. Not much complaining about that, though, as people were generally glad not to have to deal with a foot of snow. I was a little disappointed, but it did make the commute easier.
Song of the Day: Julie London, Bye Bye Blackbird
Yesterday’s Phenology: There was so much talk about the coming snow that the mass of hot air over the twin cities moved the storm pattern south a bit. So now it looks like we’ll get a little, but maybe not. Sunny day, but colder, more like February, in the 30s, probably. Clouded up in the evening. Not snowing yet.
Song of the day: Iceland Folk Song, Krummavisar
Yesterday’s Phenology: Again, mid 50s. Are those snow clouds over there? Crows tell us nothing.
Song of the day: Tim O’Brien, Dirk Powell, John Herrmann – Songs From The Mountain, The Blackest Crow
he can’t find his roost
the evening crow
Yesterday’s Phenology: Apruary continues, with yet another 61 degree day. A bit of open water on the pond, taken advantage of by a few ducks and geese. In the evening, beautiful clouds, sunset, and constellations of crows flying to the river.
Song of the day: Bob Dylan, Black Crow Blues
yet the crow too
in this dawn snow
Yesterday’s Phenology: Yet another peculiar day, in the low 50s, with rain much of the day, hard at times. Would have been a lot of snow, back in the day. But today it was rain. This evening, I stepped out into the yard, and it was like a summer night. One of those summer nights after a hard rain, when the temperature drops abruptly from the hot summer day, and everything is fragrant and dripping. My kind of night. But it is February.
Song of the day: Александр Маршал, ЧЁРНЫЙ ВОРОН
on a withered branch
a crow is perched
Yesterday’s Phenology: Another April day. Upper 50s and mostly sunny morning, cloudy later in the day. A few small islands of snow, and the puddles are starting to recede. Pitchers and Catchers have reported to spring training, it seems they are reporting earlier than usual this year, but everything is amok in the phenology area these days. When it’s 60 degrees in February, what will be the temperature in July? I consider that the scientists have their forecasts about how global warming will go, but perhaps this is all guesswork, no one really knows how fast a global climate can change and which effects will cascade into a downward death spiral.
Just for the record, Carbon Dioxide in the earth’s atmosphere is about .04% (average surface temp about 57 degrees F), where as on Venus (average surface temp about 872 degrees F) it’s 96.5%. I was just curious about that.
Song of the day: Molly Healy, The Crow
in one spot
the crows congregate…
snow is melting!
Yesterday’s Phenology: Another day from mid-April, stuck smack dab in the middle of February. Looks like we topped out at 58 today, which ties the record high. A beauty of a morning, whispy clouds bright sun, crows, cardinals, woodpeckers, geese, and flickers all doing their thing.
Song of the day: Schubert – Winterreise – “Die Krähe”
Die Winterreise No. 15. The Raven (Die Krähe)
A raven has flown beside me
Since the day I left the town
Raven, bird of ill-omen
Will you ever leave me?
Do you stalk me
In the hope I will be yours?
My journey can’t last much longer
My strength begins to fail
Raven, surely you will be true
Until death overtakes me
XIIIIt was evening all afternoon.It was snowingAnd it was going to snow.The blackbird satIn the cedar-limbs.
XIIThe river is moving.The blackbird must be flying.
XIHe rode over ConnecticutIn a glass coach.Once, a fear pierced him,In that he mistookThe shadow of his equipageFor blackbirds.
Yesterday’s Phenology: It got up to 35 or so today, the coldest day of the week, the weather guy said on the radio, and 7 degrees above average. Possibly up to the 60 mark in the next day or two? Not a lot of snow left now. This feels like March to me, or perhaps early April. Not good.
Song of the Day: Skip James, Crow Jane
XAt the sight of blackbirdsFlying in a green light,Even the bawds of euphonyWould cry out sharply.
Song of the Day: Andrei Krylov, Black Crow
IXWhen the blackbird flew out of sight,It marked the edgeOf one of many circles.
VIIII know noble accentsAnd lucid, inescapable rhythms;But I know, too,That the blackbird is involvedIn what I know.
VIIO thin men of Haddam,Why do you imagine golden birds?Do you not see how the blackbirdWalks around the feetOf the women about you?
VIIcicles filled the long windowWith barbaric glass.The shadow of the blackbirdCrossed it, to and fro.The moodTraced in the shadowAn indecipherable cause.
Saw a crow fly over as we walked. Nothing more.
Yesterday’s Phenology: Sunny and a tad warmer yesterday, after another single-digit start. An endless stream of crows headed to the river as I walked Flynn after work.
VI do not know which to prefer,The beauty of inflectionsOr the beauty of innuendoes,The blackbird whistlingOr just after.
Yesterday’s Phenology: The Return of Winter. Temperature sunk down to 1 lonely degree this morning. Sunny, and warmed up to double digits, but now sinking back down for another cold night.
Poetry Corner: (Wallace Stevens, Continued…)
IVA man and a womanAre one.A man and a woman and a blackbirdAre one.
Yesterday’s Phenology: I miss having little animal notes to share in my phenology notes, but:
a. I don’t see many little animals
b. I don’t get out enough
c. When I do get out, I don’t see many little animals.
Yesterday started off with a dismal gray drizzle fog, which made for very slippery conditions indeed, as the temperatures slowly descended through the day. The streets were generally not terrible, perhaps due to accumulated salt residue, but the sidewalks were patchy and treacherous, and I very nearly lost my footing a couple of times. A steady breeze blew down from the NW, and the sky was clearing a bit in the evening.
Poetry Corner (Wallace Stevens Continued):
IIIThe blackbird whirled in the autumn winds.It was a small part of the pantomime.
Yesterday’s Phenology: Another day of gray, hovering about 32, as if trying to decide which way to go. Sounds like more of that ahead.
Poetry Corner: Wallace Stevens, continued…
III was of three minds,Like a treeIn which there are three blackbirds.
Song of the Day: Peter, Paul, and Mary, The Three Ravens
Yesterday’s phenology: A sunny day. Temp was up in the mid 20s, and no one was complaining. We have an endless supply of crows, and these evening, at dusk, they were all headed towards downtown. I wonder where they go? Perhaps by St. Anthony Falls? Probably I should follow them and find out.
Today in Poetry Corner we have the first stanza from Wallace Stevens’, Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird
Among twenty snowy mountains,The only moving thingWas the eye of the blackbird.
Yesterday’s Phenology: Ahhh, February. Maybe it was in the 30s today, but it felt a bit colder. Cloudy but bright. Didn’t crack freezing; sidewalks have patchy ice. Crows flit from tree to tree, calling and heckling. Clouds broke up a bit in the evening, caught glimpses of the moon and Venus.
Song of the Day: Antonio Vivaldi, Winter