Yesterday’s Phenology: Another day in the mid 80s, mostly overcast, a little muggy. Stopped by the redwinged blackbird nesting area before work, and there was quite a lot of activity. Young birds testing their wings? Also happened upon a Pileated Woodpecker, a nice surprise.
Song of the day: Tom Waits, Somewhere
Yesterday’s Phenology: It was cooler and cloudy in the morning, perhaps in the 70s. The big thunderstorm hit at about 9 or so… just as we were making our way back to the car at the dog park. It got very very dark, and it rained very very hard, and we got to the car just as the hail started. It rained much of the morning, then was cloudy and cooler and much nice through the rest of the day, with periods of rain, temps in the 60s and 70s. Should green things up a bit.
Song of the day: Gene Kelly, Singin’ in the Rain
Yesterday’s Phenology: A nice cool (50ish) morning. An overabundance of sun throughout the day. the goslings are gosling about the pond, they are surprisingly big, teen goslings, practically. Where does the time go? Tick Tock Tick Tock. Soon it will be fall again, the leaves now green will be dry and blown about by the chill north wind. Today, though, it’s teen goslings frolicking in the shady grass by the pond.
Song of the day: Cat Stevens, Morning has Broken
Yesterday’s Phenology: chilly morning, 39, quiet a lot of dew out there as we went to the donut store. Then to the dog park, and still dewy. The upper part of the trail was golden, leaves falling, golden leaves carpeting the ground, really beautiful. The lower part of the park, along the river, was still pretty green, though leaves were tumbling down. We saw a couple of bald eagles flying low, headed south down the river. That makes 4 eagle sightings this week, which is a lot for me. On the afternoon bike ride, the prairie was brown and yellow, but mostly brown. It was getting warmer at the end of the dog park walk, upper 60s, low 70s, but became cooler and overcast in the afternoon, during the bike ride, with an annoying headwind both as I was headed west and then headed back east. The sumac in our back yard, which was ablaze with red a few days ago, has now lost about 90% of its leaves. And now, as I write, a little thunderstorm rolls through. Winter is coming. And tomorrow is Monday.
Song of the day: Elvis Costello, Welcome to the Working Week
Yesterday’s Phenology: The days are short. Up before the sun, to get to the farmer’s market. Surprisingly warm morning, followed by a overcast day and temps in the upper 60s? All in all, a good day for doing outside chores to prepare for winter. Because Winter is Coming.
Song of the day: Melanie – Candles in the Rain
One last shot from the drive up to Hibbing is the soft mist and the early morning rain. (Cue: Gordon Lightfoot).
(Actually we listened to “The Lonesome Touch,” which was just right.)
Yesterday’s Phenology: Awakened by more thunder, more lightning, more rain. We got about an inch of rain, a little less, which puts us almost an inch of rain ahead of normal for September. Things are pretty soggy here. I can remember a lot of falls where everything turned brown in August, and stayed brown till it snowed, and I guess I’d rather have this. Everything is very green. More rain predicted for tonight and tomorrow.
However, I think it’s hard on the raspberries, which are also pretty soggy. I was startled while in the raspberry bushes by a large, low-flying bird, that swooped low over my head and then over by the fence. I walked over a bit closer and watched for it, and eventually saw it pop up. I think it was a broad-winged hawk, but that’s mostly a guess. I only saw it from behind, it was a beautiful brown. I got a glimpse of a lighter colored chest and then it swooped off. I was unable to catch a look at its tail feathers. Broad winged hawks are fairly common in Minnesota, though I’ve nowt seen a one, until, perhaps, today. I thought it also might be a Cooper’s Hawk, but I think the eyes are a bit more colorful on a Cooper’s hawk. Broadwings like small prey, and this one was near both our bird feeder and our compost pile, where I bet small prey might be found occasionally.
Alas, I had no camera with me. Why not?
From our last trip to Hibbing.
Yesterday’s phenology: totally pleasant. Fat red raspberries waiting to be picked. Tomatoes also waiting to be picked. Is this the peak of Goldenrod season? Bees buzzing happily, but it’s hard to walk through the yard without bumping into the Goldenrod.