Near and dear to my friend Hickory Squirrel’s heart is his namesake tree, the Mockernut Hickory, Carya tomentosa.
Our trees are dropping their fall harvest so fast now you can’t run beneath the canopy for fear of cutting your paws. Shelled nuts lay everywhere, thanks to you-know-who, all devoured instead of buried.
I’m trying to get him to bury a few, but he just flicks his tail to the trees.
Yes, more will fall. Sigh.