See those messy leaves on the grass? Lincoln is to blame for that. He’s been carousing around in the filbert trees, stealing the nuts, just like he did last year. He doesn’t care if the leaves fall because some of the nuts do too.

He’s up in the tree, but thinks no one knows. I see him though, where the nine would be, if you imagined a clock on this picture. See him?

Here’s a blurry close up, but he’s in there.

He’s been bringing the filberts over to the woodshed and stashing them under those long landscape ties stacked up at the left of the shed. Later, he brings them out one by one and peels the husks, sometimes hiding just below where those three floats are hanging.

That’s a lot of peeling, Lincoln.

“You’re telling me!” he says with his mouth full.

But look,” he says. “Look how pretty they are once they’re peeled. Ready for the table some cold winter evening.”

“Now, to find a place to hide them until I need them. Nice of them to leave the ladder for me, but I can climb trees without them. And anyway, I’m looking for someplace on the ground to bury them. Oh! I see a place right at the bottom of this stump.”

“Nice soft dirt for digging. Close to the woodshed. And I won’t forget where they are because the stump is there.”

“Wanna see me do the Super Dig? Watch this short video, starring yours truly, Lincoln. I’m better with music, but the crickets are doing their best to accompany my digging dance. So when the winter weather comes, I’ll know where to get a snack. Then I’ll take a filbert or two to my cozy bed deep in the wood shed and sit back with my Kindle and read some of Anneli’s novels. You can check them out by clicking on their covers at the side of the page, or by going to her website.”

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