We all enjoyed visiting the treat table for a day.
Then the weather changed and you’d have thought the world was coming to an end. I have never seen Hickory move so fast all fall! He rallied the other three of us to action, but it was like we scampered in slow motion. That squirrel made triple the trips we did, ferrying nuts away one at a time, scraping decent holes in the damp earth and burying them faster than we could leap down the nearby oak. We finished putting up the cache in scattered patches of snow, the ice pellets that had rattled around us turning to a cold rain, and all of us retreated to our leaf nests, bellies satisfied.
I do wonder if we’ll see almond trees sprouting in the spring?