|The full walnut trees.|
|This branch drug along the ground when the nuts reached full size.|
Come autumn, helmets are almost required to walk from the house to the cars. Walnuts wiggle free and plummet to the earth, making a threatening Klunk! when they smack the ground. So far, we've all dodged any head injuries though our poor cars have received a few blows.
Where there are nuts, there are sure to be squirrels. I'm not entirely sure how they migrated so far. We're surrounded by acres of treeless fields with a good distance between houses. Either those fat fox squirrels run their way along the stretches of electric lines or scamper through the ditch. There never seems to be a shortage of the clever rodents.
With winter soon approaching, I've observed her quickly and efficiently burying pounds of walnuts in the ground. She'll forget to dig up lots of them and in spring, the back of our yard will be filled with more walnut saplings than grass.
I think I'm almost as attached to her as I am some of my own domesticated animals. She's cute, smart and hard working and is one animal I enjoy watching that I don't have to pay to feed. I don't know how old she is and nature can be hard on the bottom of the food chain. Even though the odds are against her, I'll keep watching and rooting for the lucky one as long as we are here.