The crickets and chickadees are sending me mixed messages about winter.
On the one hand, my annual cricket count stands at three.
Those were in the August/September time frame.
Ought to mean a cold wet period this winter like in December.
On the other hand, the chickadees are never far from my bird feeder.
This is supposed to be a sign of a hard winter.
I found out that the chickadees aren't eating all that food.
They stash food in various places to get to in the winter.
So this bodes ill, especially in the DC region where people have this fantasy that if they make it home without a wreck one day, they're golden for the rest of the winter.
Tow truck operators and body shops are sure to make a killing this winter.
If the chickadees are right.
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