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Winter of the Crows – 11


He rode over Connecticut
In a glass coach.
Once, a fear pierced him,
In that he mistook
The shadow of his equipage
For 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

Winter of the Crows – 8


I know noble accents
And lucid, inescapable rhythms;
But I know, too,
That the blackbird is involved
In what I know.
Yesterday’s Phenology: Sunny and cool. Maybe in the mid 30s today. Cool enough to leave a layer of ice on many of the sidewalks. Heard a mysterious bird, saw it, but couldn’t identify it, too bright, too far away. Sounded very familiar, but didn’t get a good look at it. Heard a hawk over by lake of the isles, and then saw it circling over head. A breezy day, and the Hawk was having fun on the winds. Big Bird!
Song of the Day: Fern Knight, Murder Of Crows

Winter of the Crows – 7


O thin men of Haddam,
Why do you imagine golden birds?
Do you not see how the blackbird
Walks around the feet
Of the women about you?
Yesterday’s Phenology: Another spring-like day, with initial sun, and 40 degrees. Heard a Flicker this morning, such a striking call. Big crows flying about the house. Big puddles have returned. The remaining snow is gray and icy.
Song of the day: The Haunted Windchimes, Out With The Crow

Winter of the Crows – 6


Icicles filled the long window
With barbaric glass.
The shadow of the blackbird
Crossed it, to and fro.
The mood
Traced in the shadow
An indecipherable cause.
Yesterday’s Phenology: Well, another odd day in an odd winter. It got up to 46 degrees, and I took a turn around the pond without my winter coat, a sweatshirt being sufficient. Sunny, a bit of a breeze. Snow receeding, though the pond is still iced over.
Saw a crow fly over as we walked. Nothing more.
Song of the day: Arve Moen Bergset, Kråkevisa

Winter of the Crows – 5


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.

I do not know which to prefer,
The beauty of inflections
Or the beauty of innuendoes,
The blackbird whistling
Or just after.
Song of the Day, Paul McCartney, Blackbird

Winter of the Crows – 2


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…

I was of three minds,
Like a tree
In which there are three blackbirds.

Song of the Day: Peter, Paul, and Mary, The Three Ravens

funeral torch, art institute


Yesterday’s Phenology: the start of the January thaw? When I woke up in was about 5 degrees, but when we left the house about 1ish it was up to about 30 degrees, and we ended up sneaking up above freezing, up to 33 degrees. Needless to say, there was widespread enthusiasm for this. Bermuda shorts were out and the young folk were tossing frisbees in the parks. A nice sunny day, reminding us of what things can be like on occasion.

The Art Institute was crowded today, it being the last day for the Martin Luther show. I missed it.

Song of the Day: Orff, O Fortuna

as the winter crow flies


Yesterday’s Phenology: Mornings and evenings (commuting) are definitely lighter, which makes for a better drive. -10 this morning, though, made it a bit difficult to appreciate the vaguely brighter sky. One of my spotters reported observing sun dogs this morning, chasing the sun on his commute. He’s a reliable source, I think. The temperature topped out at about +5 this afternoon. A sunny morning that didn’t fool anyone, and then cold gloomy blue cloudiness in the afternoon. My canine phenologist reports that it is too darn cold to walk out there. Much more pleasant to be sleeping on the couch.

A radio survey I hear this week on NPR reported that, given the option of having more money or more time, people generally chose more money. Perhaps they are thinking that if they had more money they could then have more time? Me? Give me more time, please. You?

Song of the Day: Gaelynn Lea, NPR Tiny Desk Concert

Happy Halloween!


Yesterday’s Phenology: A very fall-like day, overcast, a chilly breeze, in the mid-40s. Went to the dogpark in the morning, and many of the trees there are bare, especially so at the top of the trail, but even down below, by the river there is a nice soft carpet of leaves for the dogs to run on. And run they do. Had some fresh-picked raspberries with my granola this morning. Unusual for late October, but I may still be getting some in November, by the look of things.

Song of the day: the Police, Spirits in the Material World



Yesterday’s Phenology: Worst. Phenology. Blog. Ever.
Beautiful fall day. Sunny and upper 50s. Haven’t seen any Hummingbirds in awhile either.

Song of the day: Bruce Springsteen, State Trooper



Second Saturday family art event at the Midtown Farmer’s Market is always fun!

Yesterday’s phenology: cloudy most of the day, and cool, and nice. 60s? Probably got into the 70’s yesterday, and now it’s into the 50s at night. We all know where that is leading. We have a waning gibbous moon tonight, very beautiful up there in the sky. And now I learned that a gibbous moon is a moon that is over half illuminated. Less than half is a crescent moon. Seems like I should have known that, but this is one of those little details that is easily glossed over amidst all the chaos of day to day life. But now I know. Gibbous. And crescent.

You’re probably wondering, gibbous? Where’d that come from? Well it came from the middle English, from late Latin gibbosus, from Latin gibbus: ‘hump.’ So that explains that. Case closed.

Song of the day: Vincent, Don McLean



Somewhere around Rosedale, in the parking lot of a parking lot for a parking lot deep within one of the many sub-mall spin-offs

Yesterday’s Phenology: A nice fall day. Came across a tree this morning that was a flutter with juvenile cedar waxwings. They were  not as colorful as the adults, but had the little head crest, and the mask over the eyes, and the bright yellow bar on the tip of the tail. There were a lot in the tree, and they were all jumping around, it kind of looked like fun. The Cornell Lab of Ornithology says that in the fall these guys will gather in the hundreds to eat berries, and we thought that might be what they were up to, but there weren’t hundreds of them. Maybe 30 or so. It was hard to get a good count. They were kind of noisy, though.

Other than that, not much. A single peal of thunder in the evening, but no rain, I don’t think. The sumac in our yard is edged with red in a couple of spots.

Song of the day: Goin’ Down, by… yes… the Monkees.



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last of the grass

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more grass from the past

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more grass from the past, fall 2015

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more of last year’s grass

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last year’s grass

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last year’s grass

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autumn grass, dawn

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monday morning crow

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cardinal solo

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Springtime is pretty much made just for Cardinals

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