As we ran across a parking lot today, Hickory realized he’d forgotten an acorn.
“Yeah, we aren’t going to be chowing down on these, but even in the squashed ones you can tell what they are, right?”
“I don’t think most humans can see that acorn detail,” I told him.
“Of course they can. Pinstripes.”
“Get it? Pin-stripes. These are Pin Oak acorns, Quercus palustris. Isn’t that a great way to tell them from the others we’ve shown!”
I chittered out a laugh. “It is. But the covering doesn’t stay on the acorn long with either the cars or you around.”
Acorns, you gotta love ‘em!