Seems like a new batch of these little guys have moved in nearby. They’re foraging in the yard, chasing each other around and burying their nuts so they can forget where they put them and leave it to me to pull up the oak sprouts next spring.
Between the cats, hawks and highways, I don’t expect them all to make it, but that’s just how it is. As long as they keep out of my garbage and my attic, we’ll get on just fine.
R.B. Ray 