Yesterday’s Phenology: Oh, for the cool spring weather. How I miss it. 84 degrees and, yes, sunny today. Very sunny, very warm. Big birds flying across the sky today, egrets or herons, one lake to another. Very graceful.
Song of the day: Blind Faith, Can’t Find My Way Home
Yesterday’s Phenology: Pleasant enough. Cool and sunny morning. As the day wore on the offices warmed up. Had an afternoon meeting in a conference room that was a bit too warm. Don’t think we’ve hit air conditioning season yet, but it won’t be long now. Overcast in the evening, and now, as I prepare for bed, some lightning and thunder and, I assume, precipitation. Very pleasant hearing rain on the roof as one drifts off to sleep.
Song of the day: The Monkees, Daily Nightly
Yesterday’s Phenology: mid 60s and sunny. Lots of robins observed. Gangs of them. Good day to get the bike out and sit outside and drink offee at one of our fine local coffee shops. Tulips are just starting to come up, and snow drops are still up. They’ve lasted a long time!
Song of the day: Shawn Phillips, Moonshine
Yesterday’s Phenology: Ahh, the theater of the seasons. It started off cold and cloudy. Stayed cloudy, but warmed up a bit. First snowflakes were spotted about 1, and then it snowed pretty much the afternoon. Came down pretty good at times. Went for a long walk with Flynn in the snow. He enjoyed it more than me, I think. But it was pretty, and also nice and quiet. We got about 2 inches or so during the afternoon, and they say more will fall overnight. But that’s what they always say. Anytime a big storm hits a place, they always close the news story with that line. “More rain is expected.” The never say, “The sun will be coming out tomorrow, and all this snow will soon melt away.” What does this say about people? We like our weather stories to end with a note of despair? Such is our lot in life. More rain is expected.
The crows were out crowing about in the falling snow this afternoon. They seem to enjoy their lives. Perhaps, if we live good lives, we are reincarnated as crows.
Song of the day: Trip Shakespeare, Snow Days
Yesterday’s Phenology: Another cold winter day. Partly cloudy. Chickadees flitting about, and a flicker calling it’s weird call. Sounds like a dog toy, a bit. Cold. Eight degrees as I walked Flynn this morning. Wasn’t it in the 60s, recently?
Song of the day: Billie Holiday, Duke Ellington, Don’t Explain
Yesterday’s Phenology: Now that spring (i.e. March) is here, it’s cold. It got up to about 31 today, but when I went into work it was more like 12. Perhaps I should have dressed warmer. Perhaps it’s too early for the bermuda shorts. Lesson learned. It was warmer when I was going home, but I was still cold. And I’m cold now. Today’s big phenological event was the red-winged blackbird I saw today singing at the top of a tree by a little bogland in suburbia. Seems quite early to hear the red-winged blackbird, but I did, and it cheered me up, cold though I was. There was also the cardinal, this morning, singing it’s song. Spring is here, see?
Song of the day: Randy Newman, Underneath the Harlem Moon
Yesterday’s Phenology: A chilly morning, with about an inch of snow on the ground this morning, and a blowy cold wind. Later there was sun, and most of the snow melted, and then, coming home, it snowed a bit again.
Song of the day: Rickie Lee Jones, Horses
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
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
IXWhen the blackbird flew out of sight,It marked the edgeOf one of many circles.
Yesterday’s Phenology: A very bright object was seen in the sky over Minneapolis. Scientists tell us that this is called “the sun.” Presumably it is important, but today it was just annoyingly bright. It also created the illusion of warmth, though the temperatures stayed just about where they’ve been the last few days. So much for reputed importance of “the sun.” After the sun thing went down, there was a very pretty sliver of a moon in the western sky, with Mars nearby and Venus higher overhead. I guess there will be a Venus Mars Moon meetup on the 31st, watch for it in a sky near you.
Song of the day: The Cowboy Junkies, Blue Moon
Yesterday’s Phenology: The song remains the same. Overcast, and in the upper 30s, drizzly. Snow ever receding, puddles spreading, reflecting the grim sky and barren trees, and crows, crows, crows.
Song of the Day: Fogarty and Springsteen, Fortunate Son
Yesterday’s Phenology: Winter is Back. -4 when I woke up this morning, with a bit of a breeze. Cold enough to freeze your car door so that it won’t latch, and you need to tie it closed with a dog leash you find in the trunk. A sunny January day, but no warmth in it. The temperature drooped to -6 later in the morning, then peaked at about 4 in the early afternoon. There’s still quite a bit of ice about; it makes for dangerous dog walks.
Song of the Day: Local Hero (Mark Knopfler), Mist Covered Mountains
Yesterday’s Phenology: 2017 starts off with a day that is sunny and coldish. I believe it peaked at about 32 or so. There was a bit of a breeze. Squirrels are playing around. Crows are criticizing, and having murders, and cawing contests. The snow is crusty.
Song of the day: Harold Budd, Brian Eno, Against the Sky
Yesterday’s Phenology: Another day largely gray, in the thirties, with few birdies, dirty snow down below, though in the dusking we get a dusting.
Song of the Day (and goodbye, good riddance 2016): Richard and Linda Thompson, Shoot Out the Lights.
Yesterday’s Phenology: Gray and damp. Snow in the morning, but too warm for it too stick around much, then, later drizzly and foggy and mushy and a bit slippery out there and gray like foggy old London town, back in the day.
Song of the day: Luciano Pavarotti, Ave Maria
Yesterday’s Phenology: Unusually bright out today, but mostly because we received about 2 inches of snow last night, and that brightens things up considerably. It remained cloudy today, and the temps crept above the freezing mark. Crows were all about today, making a racket. They are like some sort of lawless scavenger tribe that has moved in and taken over the city.
Song of the Day: Tom Waits and the Seven Dwarfs, Heigh Ho
Yesterday’s Phenology: A chilly breeze, and cloudy. In the morning, fog, and frost on the grass and the bushes. The winter sky is owned by crows. This morning they were flying west to east, tree to tree, branch to branch, a crow parade, yakking it up the whole way. Out for a lengthy dog walk in the afternoon, the path a wet mat of brown leaves. Tonight it rains.
Song of the day: Gustav Holst, Neptune, the Mystic
Yesterday’s Phenology: a gray day. A little slushy snow lingers on. A good day for walking the dog, says Flynn, as he says everyday. Temp in the mid 30s. Damp.
Song of the day: Buena Vista Social Club, Chan Chan
Yesterday’s Phenology: After a long stretch of October-like weather, we have come to November. Today was cold, don’t think it got above 30. It started out cloudy, but cleared, and felt like a pretty nice day as I was out walking the dog and doing chores. I finally got some bird seed in the bird feeder, and was rewarded less than an hour later by a crowd of sparrows. Yes. Sparrows. Don’t see them very often. Thirty or fifty brown little sparrows.
Song of the day: Elvis Presley, Blue Moon