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.