...that means that our neighborhood pair of Red-Shouldered Hawks are in my front yard, looking for cold-numbed earthworms to eat:
In previous years January has been so cold that the worms have actually been wormsicles, which the hawks seem to like as a crunchy treat. It's been mild this year, so the worms are chewy rather than crunchy. Hawk equivalent of bacon, I reckon. Chewy or crunchy, it's all good.