This short video reminds me of the final moments that used to play on CBS Sunday Morning when it was anchored by Charles Kuralt.

A reminder that many of Trumansburg’s best visitors are quite inhuman.

It’s well ahead of schedule, following a winter that was barely winter at all.

One more sign of summer seen tonight: A bat, flying through the blue evening sky, snatching up insects that wouldn’t normally be out in the air for many weeks to come.

What’s next? Fireflies in April?

“You want to put them in as cold and wet a soil as you can…” I guess that means strawberry planting time may already be over with. The soil is still damp, but plenty warm.

Of course, global trends are not necessarily the same as local ones. There could be global warming but local cooling here in Trumansburg.

Given this afternoon’s snow, climate is on my mind. So, after I looked at tomorrow’s weather forecast, to see what kind of clothes my children will need, I peeked over at the record and high and record low temperatures for each day in the month of October. I wanted to see if there might be any pattern in this collection of extreme temperature events that would indicate a change in our local climate over time.

There was such a pattern, it turns out. The record high temperature, for all the days of October taken together, took place an average of 29 years ago. The record low temperature for all the days in October, however, took place an average of 35 years ago.

This data is suggesting a local warming trend, but not a very dramatic one. Of course, I’m only taking into account record highs and lows, not the broad range of temperatures in between, and I’m only looking at one month out of the twelve.

For what a quick after-bedtime survey is worth, however, my curiosity is satisfied for the present.

“That doesn’t mean that they’re actually living here,” I said.

“But they could be,” he said, to which I nodded my agreement.

“It would be difficult to know for sure, though, because they’re nocturnal. Keep an eye out, and you never know what you might see.”

Tonight, we received a form of confirmation I hadn’t considered. One of our house cats brought in a field specimen for us to look at, right after we finished reading a chapter of Never Cry Wolf. It’s been a good night for natural history.

“a black collared shirt that says “security” in white letters( med – lg.) And also black BDU pants. for security gig”

” tennis balls to use in my classroom on the bottoms of chairs and tables. Helps keep the noise and slipping down.”

” a working reel mower. Dull and rusty are fine.”

Currently offered:

“Small green vaccum, bag-less, with hose. Rather cute!”

“the hose only for an above ground pool cleaner..the long pole and brush end are gone.”

birthday candle “about 2 inches high, in shape of an 8. Unused….”

You’ll have to get someone to throw candy at you while watching this in order for it to feel authentic, of course.

“The main thing is not to feed it, basically ignore it as much as possible, and not leave anything out for it.”

Hear that? Don’t leave your kids outside for the bear to find. Having them for a snack would just encourage the bear to stick around for longer.

I’m wild for apple blossoms, though, and so it brings me delight to see that the apple trees have opened their flowers. In standard size, they deliver a tree full of sweet roses.

I’ve been told, though, by more than one person, that there are wild pigs living in the countryside of the Town of Ulysses. I’ve never seen any myself.

Can anyone confirm that we have feral pigs living near Trumansburg? Has anyone seen them with their own eyes, rather than hearing a report from someone who knows a guy who saw them?

Just off Main Street, the Trumansburg Creek seems to be in a similar mood, recollecting its muddy surge when the spring melt was fresh, post-euphoric.