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One from the archives, June 2013, the summer game

Yesterday’s Phenology: A cold and overcast spring day. Largely in the 30s. Not good baseball weather.

Song of the day: John Fogarty, Centerfield


one from the archives, august 2009, out for a row…

Yesterday’s Phenology: We are suddenly getting some very March-like weather. Rather unexpected. Sunny day today, but the temp stayed in the low 30s. The snow is melting slowly. The crows seem querulous. Always bickering about something or other. Sidewalks still have some snowy patches (those neighbors who have given up on shoveling for the winter) and some icy patches, where they’ve been shoveled. All that’s missing, really, is about 15 or so inches of old snow. Then it would really be like March.

Song of the Day: R. Crumb and his Keep-on-Truckin’ Orchestra, River Blues


One from the archives: First Bank, St. Paul, March 2009

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Yesterday’s Phenology: A very nice spring day. Probably got up into the upper 50s, and the wind died down, so it was actually almost warm out there. The wee snow-drop flowers are a-coming up in the garden, seems to be a few more than in previous years. Crows still rule the sky, but I did see a flicker, singing an odd song. Maybe it wasn’t a flicker. I’ll have to check the film.

Song of the day: The Drifters, On Broadway


Winter of the Crows – 7

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VII
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

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VI
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 tree

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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


winter tree

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Yesterday’s Phenology: The temperatures been hovering between 32 and 33 for about the last 20 hours, and the sky has been overcast since 2016, it seems. But today seemed a bit colder than yesterday (and I guess it was a couple of degrees colder.) And they sky seemed darker and the gloom that landed with a thud on 20 January has only deepened. Occasional couples of geese fly over the house, headed for the river. They cheer me up, their pristine goosiness.

Song of the Day: John Lee Hooker, I’ll Never Get Out of These Blues Alive