The story goes that the more black on a Woolly Bear caterpillar the harsher the winter will be. The Woolly Bears are on the move at the farm. I find them under the cat’s bed, in the wood box, the hay bales, and the woodpile.
They’re, no doubt looking for a safe place to hole up for the winter.
I was taking a video of this Woolly Bear when Flo came into the picture. I was glad to see that Woolly Bear just kept moving on. I’ll probably come across her again, curled into a little ball, the next time I gather some kindling from the woodbox she’s walking on.
I love these cute little caterpillars. I see them often on my walks in the fall as they try to cross the road. I always pick them up and carry them to the other side. So many get run over by cars.
I do the same Barbara. And when I disturb them curled up in the haybale or woolpile, I always gently move them to another location.