Speaking of which: bugs. Living on the same 30 acres of rural land in SE British Columbia, I learned that I could tell what non-winter week it was by what kinds of bugs were about.
Now? None. For the last two years, there are virtually no bugs here at all, save mosquitoes and a few domestic honey bees, and even those are scarce. Grasshoppers and crickets, a sure harbinger of August, are totally absent. Dragonflies, which eat bugs, are completely gone, too. As are nearly all the birds. The corvids remain, but they'll eat anything.
I regularly drive across the province and my decidedly unscientific research proves that my local observations are valid from here to Vancouver. My windshield is the measurement tool. It acquires a quarter of the windshield deaths that it did in previous years.
Something has radically changed in the insect world in my part of the world and it's scary.