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: A march sort of day. Sunny, and a bit warmer, but breezy, so a bit colder. That sort of day. Went for a long walk with Flynn in the afternoon, and was followed by a murder of crows, perhaps about a hundred or so, a boisterous lot. We pretended to ignore them, as they were dying for our attention. I may also have seen a hawk, also ignoring the crows as best he could. Though the last few days have been not so cold, there are still scraps of snow here and there to remind us of winter.
Song of the day: Dean Glenn Hubbard, Every Breath You Take
Yesterday’s Phenology: Sunny, with a cold nip in the air. Scattered remnant of recent snow fall reminds one a bit of winter, though here we are in March already. Late in the day a pack of crows mocked me in the back yard. I shook my fist at them. Didn’t help.
Song of the day: Bob Dylan, I Threw it All Away
Yesterday’s Phenology: a more typical late February day. Temps in the low 40s. Lakes still largely ice covered, but bare of snow, so you can’t always be sure.
Song of the Day: Bennie Moten’s Orch, That’s What I’m Talking About
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
Yesterday’s Phenology: I had limited contact with the day. It didn’t snow, for a change, but morning and evening were cold, and now it’s getting colder, -10 territory. And a little breeze to cool us down. The crows don’t seem to notice. They seem particularly happy in the winter, which seems a little odd. But they do kind of have the run of the place now.
Song of the Day: David Byrne, Naive Melody
Yesterday’s Phenology: Bright winter sun, a nice day. Notalotta melting going on here. Temp in the 20s? Squirrels are throwing nuts at pedestrians, as they do every new year’s eve. Darn squirrels!
Song of the Day, Pink Floyd, Time