Cold fronts bring birds.
I have literally counted down the days for fall. Now that it is here, I don’t ever want to see it go. You can literally watch displaced birds from cold fronts go crazy over the newness of their timeshare.
I’d run for the hills if I were a bug. Food sources which I didn’t think existed are discovered by the northern visitors. Robins and bluebirds temporarily migrate for a quick feast on worms at ground level while tuft titmouses scour the treeline from above.
Downy woodpeckers sporting their full speckled suede suits feast on bugs from the oldest of oak trees enticing the most royal of red-bellied woodpeckers to join in on the action.
Then there are the hawks, who, after three months of complete solitude, are awakened by the sounds of “rat-tap-tapping” and “scree-heee scree-hee.”
I learn a tremendous amount of local information being out and about during fall. I geotag all of my bird sightings recording their food source as well. I guess I’m fine seeing fall transition to winter only if I get to anticipate the next fall to take its place.