After almost 9 years, the Pres' hazelnut trees have gotten huge. Each Summer they are loaded with beautiful green "nut sacks", which soon ripen and are ready for picking.
This year, although I did actually see the Pres eat one nut which was still green, he once again will be "nutless".
Every year the squirrels harvest his crop of nuts even though he goes outside hollers at them, causing them to scatter. Yet, as soon as he turns his back, they are jumping on the fence, scurrying over to the trees and leaping into the tree soon to jump to the ground with the goods.
seeing, saying, and sharing...
No Nuts Here
This year, they don't even bother to bury them...probably because they never remember where they put them!
see what I mean...