Morning fusillade
Acorns pelting from the trees
Pings and thuds galore
Morning fusillade
Acorns pelting from the trees
Pings and thuds galore
Posted in Autumn, Haiku, Nature's Drumbeat, Oak tree out my window, Patio Beneath My Window
Tags: Changing seasons, Haiku, Poetry, tall oak trees, View from my window
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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.