Morning fusillade
Acorns pelting from the trees
Pings and thuds galore
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As long as they miss you head!!
Right! So far, so good. But I did hear the tinkle of breaking glass when an acorn landed on a hurricane lamp.
Oh no! That’s not fun…
Sounds dramatic!
It was! After I wrote this I heard the sound of breaking glass when an acorn shattered a hurricane lamp. We do have lots of happy squirrels.
Little tykes, they demolished my bird feeders last Winter. This year I think I’v developed a squirrel proof version.
Good for you. 🙂
I have been in a cabin with a metal roof as squirrels gather pine cones – the little rascals!
You know what I’m talking about. Squirrels are noisy creatures indeed.