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: Another gray flannel day in Minneapolis. Temperature hovered around 32 for most of the day, and it sort of drizzle-fogged in the afternoon. A little bit colder and it will be a bit icy out there. Saw a blue jay in our back yard birch tree today. Don’t see much of them around here. It’s said that they prefer oak trees and we are a few blocks away from the scattered oaks nearer the Mississippi. Perhaps our feeder food is not to their liking. Oh well.
Song of the day: Local Hero, Victor’s Song
Their selection of giraffes was particularly good for a small town whatzit shop.
Yesterday’s Phenology: coolish and cloudyish. Spotted one bright red tree on my drive home from work. Early adopter. 60% chance of t-storms tonight, but was 80% chance a few hours ago, so odds are we stay dry, I think. Generally, an unremarkable day, pheonology-wise. Today I will pay more attention.
The standard american toad, I think, found lurking in the dog park. His (or her) coloration is certainly protective.
Yesterday’s Penology: The final day of August. How did that happen? Difficult to do much phenology when you are in the office most of the day. I did get out briefly for lunch, mid-70s, sunny, pretty darn nice. I noticed this morning that the sun is now getting to be pretty low in the sky during my commute to work, making the easterly drive a bit more difficult. Also, here it is, not quite 8pm, and it is definitely dusk outside. Hello, September.