Yesterday’s Phenology: Another cool cloudy summer day. High of about (exactly) 77. Robins, Cardinals, and Red-winged blackbirds, I heard. No sign of the Japanese Beatles on the trees by the pond. Yet.
Song of the day: Duke Ellington, Caravan
Yesterday’s Phenology: Fledgling birds are often found out of their nests this time of year. Apparently it’s best to leave them where they are, as their parents are still looking after them, even though they might be hopping about on the ground and vulnerable to all sorts of mayhem. Apparently it’s an important state of development. If they survive it.
Meanwhile, another perfect summer day, mostly cloudy, scattered sprinkles, a breeze from the north and a high of 72.
Song of they day: Charlie Parker, Bird of Paradise
Yesterday’s Phenology: A little taste of summer, with sunny sky and temp in the mid upper 70s. A little breezy as night fell.
Song of the day: Glen Campbell and the Cream, Sunshine of your Love
Yesterday’s Phenology: Another above average day. A little bit of morning frost on the windshield (won’t see that around much longer) and then the sun came out of the clouds and the day was pleasant and 50s.
Song of the day: Lester Young, Jammin’ the Blues
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: 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