Wimped out? Perhaps that would be accurate. The light rain falling convinced me to abandon rock picking for the day. Instead I went to Brookings to get the oil changed and tires rotated on the truck. Kaia was mesmerized by the large cricket crossing the floor in the waiting room of the service station. Crickets do not survive her attention when she finds them in the house.
Crickets are fascinating. This dry summer has been good for them. It's cool how this synchronize their chirping so they are a chorus. They can also tell observers the temperature. (See below)
It's surprisingly simple: To convert cricket chirps to degrees Fahrenheit: Just count the number of chirps in 14 seconds, then add 40 to get the temperature. The number you get will be an approximation of the outside temperature.
Al
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