On its last legs
This cricket, clinging to the outside of the window frame on a gusty, squally day, reminds me of the grasshopper in Aesop’s fable.
The ant tells it to start collecting food instead of singing and the grasshopper ignores the advice then later finds itself starving.
But grasshoppers and crickets die anyway, leaving their eggs to over-winter.
The end may come sooner for this poor thing, with only one hind leg.