late 20th century dyno
Yesterday’s Phenology: A cloudy day that looked like it intended to rain, but hasn’t yet. Flickers in the trees are pecking away, looking for food, I suppose. Or perhaps just something to do.
Song of the day: George Harrison, It’s Johnny’s Birthday / Plug Me In
Peony
Yesterday’s Phenology: Had a nice thunderstorm last night, and it rained into the morning. Delightful. Afterwards breezy and warmed up to the 80s and muggy.
Song of the day: Grateful Dead, Not fade Away, Goin’ Down the Road Feeling Bad
a critical bike
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
yet another red-winged black bird…
Yesterday’s Phenology: Fifty-one degrees when I got up; not your usual late June weather in this part of Minnesota. And it was a cool and partly cloudy day, in the low 70s. Saw quite a few dogs out walking their people this evening, after dinner.
Song of the day: Eric Burdon and the Animals, Monterey
monday morning blues
Yesterday’s Phenology: Another perfect day, partly sunny, with a high of maybe 70? A tad breezy, but just plain nice, really. Went to the dogpark, saw many dogs, including a deerhound that looked like a bit of a cross between a borzoi and an Irish Wolfhound. Saw a kingfisher kingfishing, and perhaps some mature redstarts flitting about in the trees.
Song of the day: Mississippi John Hurt, Monday Morning Blues
Bird o’ the Day (warbler? redstart?)
Yesterday’s Phenology: In the upper 50s at the beginning of the day, and probably didn’t crack the 70s. A few little passing thundershowers, but the day was mostly just cool and breezy and cloudy. Lot’s o’ wee bunnies hoppin’ about, enjoying the north-shore weather.
Song of the Day: Malcolm Dalglish, Gray Larson, Banish Misfortune
SE Bike
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
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