“Biotime, or biological time, runs at a very different pace and rhythm to human time. It can be observed by recording events in the natural world. These can be as varied as the day the first spring bulb opens, the last frost before summer, or the first sighting of a species of bird or insect in a new habitat. These events can be part of a larger natural rhythm, like the turning of the seasons, or an indicator of slow changes in an ecosystem, like unusual weather patterns or an increase of average temperatures. On a larger scale, we can also reflect on our own biological rhythms relating to the waxing and waning of the moon and the seasons and beyond!”Description by Chelsea Green Publishing of The Biotime Log by Maddy Harland
January 19, 2019, Saturday
Weather: The wind last night roared in from the East, sometimes topping 54 mph! It is our 6th day this month in which winds have topped 40 mph! The seed was blown from the feeders, but the quail, sparrows, and friends were here bright and early to clean things up. The morning seemed so calm in comparison. Somehow these little birds (and very fat quail) managed to survive.
The afternoon is relatively mild and unseasonably warm, in the low 50s. I worry that plants may start to bloom early in response and then be set back by cold.
Bees: Lots of bees in the west hive are taking advantage of the day – and what makes me most happy – they are bringing home
As for the east side beehive, I saw only a few bees. Interestingly, I thought this the stronger of the two hives, but perhaps it is not feeling as warm. It tends to stand in the
January 1, 2019
Happy New Year! A good day for a walk on a beach. Partly cloudy / partly sunny. Temps about 40, varying only about 5 degrees from morning to night; somewhat chilly with a light breeze.
We are noticing a slight difference in the daylight. At 4:30, it is still relatively light. Even at 5 pm, it is not completely dark. We enter winter, but we start to see the light.
In the morning: first robins I’ve seen in a long time. A Northern Flicker and Downy Woodpecker at the fat block. The usual crew of sparrows, chickadees, and finches at the feeder.
In the evening: the song of coyotes calling through the dark night. Haven’t heard them in months. A New Year’s gift.