Song of the day, George Harrison, the Ballad of Sir Frankie Crisp
Today’s Pheonological Note:
Today’s Winter Storm Warning is bringing a day of snoraileet: snow, rain and sleet. Not a very good day for biking, alas. A very good day for bourbon and pie-baking, though. Winter officially began this year on the day before Thanksgiving, (known here traditionally as Wednesday,) when we got about 8 inches of wet snow, the kind known locally as “old shovelsticker.” Now that the snow is here, the big Maple in the front yard has commenced with the leaf drop. Bunny tracks are found in the new snow this morning, along with the less distinctive tracks of the Amazon delivery guy who dropped my package on the porch steps sometime late yesterday, where it sat in the cold and the dark all night long.
Yesterday’s Phenology: Another cool cloudy summer day. High of about (exactly) 77. Robins, Cardinals, and Red-winged blackbirds, I heard. No sign of the Japanese Beatles on the trees by the pond. Yet.
Song of the day: Duke Ellington, Caravan
Yesterday’s Phenology: Fledgling birds are often found out of their nests this time of year. Apparently it’s best to leave them where they are, as their parents are still looking after them, even though they might be hopping about on the ground and vulnerable to all sorts of mayhem. Apparently it’s an important state of development. If they survive it.
Meanwhile, another perfect summer day, mostly cloudy, scattered sprinkles, a breeze from the north and a high of 72.
Song of they day: Charlie Parker, Bird of Paradise