Song of the day, Albert Ammons and Pete Johnson, Sixth Avenue Express
Song of the day: Bonnie Raitt, Angel from Montgomery
Yesterday’s Phenology: Sunny and warmish — though the day did start off with scraping ice off the windshield. But, a momentary disappointment. The day improved. The sun warmed. Wood ducks waddle by the pond. Geese pout by the paths, all surly and annoyed. I don’t believe I’ve ever seen a cheery Canadian Goose. They are malcontents.
Song of the day, Petula Clark, I Know a Place
Yesterday’s Phenology: Another nice April day. Sunny and just over 60. Trees are getting fat with buds. Forsythia starting to bloom. Little snowdrops finally fading, they lasted a long time this spring. Green shoots popping up everywhere. Cardinals singing spring songs like crazy. Robins everywhere. Where are the crows? Haven’t seen many lately. North for the summer? As of yet, I haven’t seen much insect life. Perhaps I just haven’t noticed.
Song of the day: Petula Clark, Downtown
Yesterday’s Phenology: Any day, now, phenology is going to start busting out all over. But not yesterday, which was overcast and cold like February should have been. It was in the upper 20s, but felt colder. Probably due to the 60s we’ve experienced lately. Context is so important. Anyway, it was cold, and getting colder now by the minute.
Song of the day: Frank Sinatra, One for my Baby
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
Yesterday’s Phenology: Another cheery gray day, temps hovering in the mid 20s, a little breeze making it feel a little chillier than that. I was thinking about the birds that I’ve seen so far this year. The bird list has kind of come to a standstill. Geese and crows. Crows and geese. Crows and crows. Sparrows at the bird feeder. Deep, we are deep down in the January doldrums.
Song of the day: John Lee Hooker, Blues Before Sunrise
Yesterday’s Phenology: a good day to be in-doors, even if at work. What they call “a wintery mix.” Rain, sleet, freezing rain, snow fell in varying degrees all day long, while the temperature hovered at about 33 degrees. A bit of slushy accumulation, slippery spots in the roads. Mostly people drove sensibly. (Though more sensible to not go anywhere.) Tonight they are predicting more of the same, though perhaps a bit more on the snow end of the spectrum. Where’s the shovel?
Song of the day: Aretha Franklin, (You Make Me Feel Like) A Natural Woman
Yesterday’s Phenology: Very pretty morning, sunrise coming up over the pond, through the bare trees. Then cloudy. 50s. Looked vaguelly like rain or perhaps sleet, but didn’t.
Song of the Day: the Beatles, She’s a Woman
Yesterday’s Phenology: Frost on the pumpkin in the morning. A sunny clear October day, with a high in the 50s. 58, say? The leaves have fallen off our maple tree, at last, and were raked up today. Still a few more fall chores to be done. Winter is coming, they say. But they don’t say when.
Song of the day: the Doors, Light My Fire
Yesterday’s Phenology: Well. 72. New high temp record. (old record, 71, 2001.) A beautiful day. Yard work. Chickadees. 10 mile bike ride down to Minnehaha Falls, and then along the Minnehaha Creek to Lake Nokomis. And then Yard work again. Blue skies. Pretty leaves. High water on the creek. November 5th.
Song of the day: Ike and Tina Turner, Proud Mary
Yesterday’s phenology: Dark and rainy morning. Flynn did not enjoy our morning walk, in the dark, in the rain. 10 hours and 25 minutes of daylight, and I think I was at work for 8 of those. A month ago we were at 11 hours and 56 minutes. A month from now we’ll be at 9 hours and 9 minutes, and Thanksgiving will be over, and we’ll be listening to Christmas music while huddled around candles in the cold and the dark.
Song of the day: David Bromberg, Dehlia
Yesterday’s phenology: A windy fall day, but the leaves, while brightly colored, are reluctant to fly from the trees yet. Soon though. Because winter is coming. Today, though, was a bit warmer. Nice to see the wind blowing across the pond, kicking up little wind patterns. The geese around the pond seem more sullen than usual today. And there is a lot of them. Hitchcock’s The Birds might not have been so scary if he had focused on geese. They are big and they are surly, but they just don’t look really threatening, somehow. Especially when they are waddling in your direction. Anyway, he didn’t use geese, and the movie was a hit, so there you go. I wonder if I can just go a whole year with just talking about geese phenology. Well, probably not, as they are a bit scarce in December/January.
A very pretty evening, with clouds racing across a nearly full moon.
Song of the day: Richard Thompson – Oops, I Did it Again
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.