I hurry to collect them from the ground as the wind knocks them down, before the dogs pick them up and crack their teeth trying to get into them. Hazelnuts are so tasty.
Another one gets wind of the news. “Did I hear you say the nuts are ripe? Forget the birdseed in this feeder then.”
“Now I just have to get down from here. Ooooh! It looks like a long way down.”
“Might as well go for it. Nothing for it but to jump. Sheesh! I hope I don’t break a leg!”
“Well, you could fly down,” I say.
“Hmpf! I knew that!”