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crows in control

Yesterday’s Phenology: Positively nice. Mid 50s. Magical disappearance of most of pond ice and snow scraps. Cardinals and Red-winged blackbirds singing their morning songs.

Song of the day: Sheryl Crow, Everyday Is A Winding Road


Tired dog

Yesterday’s Phenology: Well, we return to winter. About 4 inches of snow or so on the ground this morning, and, what with daylight saving’s time beginning, we are plunged back into early morning darkness. Such is life. Nothing lasts. The early morning snow was very good for displaying animal tracks, though, in actuality, it was only squirrels running from tree to tree. But squirrels are all right. They could be worse. The pond by work is all frozen over again and snow covered. And I had to dig the snow blower out after work to clear the sidewalks. But really, it was just a bit of a dusting. Can’t complain about 4 inches of snow in March. We’ve seen worse.
Beautiful big full moon this morning, in the dark blue morning sky. Kind of magical up there.

Song of the day: Duke Ellington, C Jam Blues


Winter of the Crows – 21

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irridescent wings
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


Winter of the Crows – 19

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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


Winter of the Crows – 16

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usually hateful

yet the crow too

in this dawn snow

Basho

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


Winter of the Crows – 15

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on a withered branch

a crow is perched

autumn evening

-Basho

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


Winter of the Crows – 14

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in one spot
the crows congregate…
snow is melting!

-Issa

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