Squirrel runs on tree limb
Noisy acorn bombardment
Strikes metal table
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He’ll be back to pick ’em up later 😉
Right!
Sounds like Autumn to me.
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Sweet and funny Ina 🙂
Thanks, Andrea. ❤
Fall is coming! Missed you
It is great to hear from you, Lynn. Our fall is sunny and cool. Nice. Hope you are doing well.