wordsfromanneli

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Snack Time

“Folks, I’ve been working really hard from first light to last, collecting hazelnuts and hiding them for later. I hope you won’t mind if I take time to have a snack. Gotta keep up my strength.”

“Watch me in this video. See how fast I twirl this hazelnut around so I can eat it evenly on all sides. Kind of the way Anneli eats an ice cream cone, except she can’t go as fast as I can. Also, she doesn’t use her teeth, but I need to use mine to cut away the nutshell when it gets in the way.

And by the way, Anneli says to say she’s sorry she fumbled the camera partway through. Doesn’t show me at my best, but she tries.”


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The Competition

It turns out that the hazelnut trees in my front yard had some nuts on them after all this year, although many fruit trees were nearly empty.

Under cover of darkness, the raccoons visit regularly, filling their boots with all they can eat. I’ve tried to lighten the photos so we can see the raccoons, but you may have to use your imagination a fair bit. The spot under the tree on the left is where the flashlight found the raccoons.

They get right up into the trees and knock down what they can.

Then they crack the nuts open with their sharp teeth. I find the shells in the morning. They don’t bother to clean up after themselves.

Over the next few days I frantically pick as many hazelnuts as I can. There is still plenty for the raccoons.  Today, two squirrels had a chattering spat in one of the nut trees just six feet away from me – probably telling me to scram.

“WHA-A-A-T?” says Dickie (Lincoln’s grandson). “Do you see what they’re doing? Get away from my hazelnuts! First the raccoons, and now the people!”

I’ve been robbed, I’m so upset.

All those nuts I’ve yet to get.

First those robbers with their masks,

Dedicated to their tasks.

 

Climbing up, they shake it all,

Causing all those nuts to fall.

Daylight comes, they run and hide,

Leaving shell bits far and wide.

 

Now it’s my turn, so I think,

But I can’t so much as blink

And the humans start to pick

Filling boxes quick, quick, quick.

 

Seems I have to pour on steam,

Get a buddy, make a team,

We can find enough for all,

Long as we work hard this fall.

 


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Planning Ahead

This is perfect. Close to my woodshed where I can sleep out of the wind and rain. Old stack of landscape ties nearby for my root cellar and temporary stash….

Fall is in the air, and I have to fill the larder. I have hazelnut trees right here in the yard, but what I’m looking forward to is the brand new hazelnut tree across the street with sweet young hazelnuts this year. They’re smaller than the ones here, but they should be tasty.

Decisions, decisions. What to do? Well, I might just have to go for both.

First a little taste test. I stashed these young nuts here this morning, but after all that running back and forth and climbing the tree, I’ve worked up quite an appetite.

Yup! They’re good. Now to stash them under the landscape ties until I have time to bury the nuts here and there for my winter snacks.

But wait! I’d better check and make sure no one sees where I’m putting the nuts temporarily.

Okay, I think it’s safe enough. It’s only that kooky old lady with her camera. She’s harmless.

 

It’s so hard to gather nuts,

Every day is precious.

Later I can fill my guts,

With a snack delicious.

 

Sleet and cold may coat the ground,

Hard times lie ahead,

I will eat what I have found,

Hazelnuts in bed.

 

All the work will be worthwhile,

Though I’m tired today,

When it’s cold I’ll live in style,

I’ll just eat and play.

 

 


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The New Pool

It has been so hot that I thought the squirrels would appreciate having some water handy. An old dog dish works fine to hold water.

Dickie, son of Lincoln, spies it, and wonders what to do about it. He decides it must be a swimming pool and goes to put on his bathing suit.

What a gorgeous swimming pool,

Perfect in this heat,

Skinny dipping is the rule,

But I might just cheat.

Are you ready for my suit?

Now I’m feeling silly,

Don’t you laugh and shout and hoot,

Just because it’s frilly.

 

“Nah!” says Dickie.  He’s in doubt,

“Rather have a snack,

Maybe when no one’s about

I will sneak right back.”

“Oh, but look what goes below,

Grizzled and so hairy.

He’s much bigger, that I know,

So I must be wary.”

Maybe next time I will show you what Dickie saw. Meanwhile, why don’t you join him for lunch? Turn on your sound and tell me if you think he’s smacking his lips as he chews with his mouth open.


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Guarding Lunch

Usually, animals guard their food from the competition, but this is the first time I’ve actually seen one sitting on it.

 

 

Sometimes finding food is hard,

Instinct tells you to stand guard,

But when there’s no room to stand,

Sit down, let your big butt land.

 

No one else can get your food,

You don’t care if it seems rude,

Once you only stood and hovered,

Now you’ve really got it covered.

 

 


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Squirrel Talk

Lately, the squirrels have been noisier when they get fed. I don’t know what they’re saying to each other, but it seems as if they can’t stop talking. Didn’t their mother teach them not to talk with their mouth full? Be sure to have the sound on so you can hear their conversation.

 

It’s a funny spring this year,

Filberts, there are none, I hear.

Even fir cones haven’t grown,

Unlike other years I’ve known.

 

I’m so thankful for these seeds,

They will sure fulfill our needs,

You eat yours and I’ll eat mine,

Then we’ll get along just fine.


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Figgy News

“Lookit! Lookit! The baby fig tree has a tiny fig on it. Do you think it tastes good?”

“What fig? Where? You mean that tiny green thing partway down the stem? Our ears are bigger than that fig!”

“Yeah, but it will grow!”

“I don’t want big ears!”

“No! I mean the fig will grow.”

“Oh good. Then can we eat it?”

Baby squirrels see baby figs,

Adding wonder to their digs.

On the tree, the new fruit grew,

Squirrel babes ponder, “Should we chew?”

 

“What if figs are not like nuts,

And don’t sit well in our guts?

Better stick to what we know,

If we want to thrive and grow.”


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Tommy, Dickie, and Harry

I had to name the squirrel triplets, so Tom, Dick, and Harry came to mind, but then I thought, what if they’re girls or even if one is a girl. I decided that if I find out that they are girls, I can change the names easily enough to Tammy, Dixie, and Harriet.

They were out playing on their version of the Jungle Gym (the woodshed), which includes a great climbing wall.

The Trouble with Triplets – Two Against One

 

Tommy has the top notch place

On a smooth wide ledge,

Every day it is a race,

To maintain his edge.

Dickie says, “I’ll share my lunch,

If I sit by you,

Then I’ll love you a whole bunch,

And enjoy the view.”

“See? There’s room enough for two,

Harry’s left behind,

Now whatever shall we do,

Treat him mean or kind?”

Dickie says, “I’ll go on down,

Tell him there’s no room,

I already see his frown,

Face like doom and gloom.”

“Don’t come up here, Harry dear,

This is just for us,

Be a good boy, be of cheer,

And don’t make a fuss.”

Harry says, “I’m good as you,

I’ll just climb around.

How can I enjoy the view

Down here on the ground?”

Tommy says, “Now don’t be mean,

Don’t make Harry run.

It is better if it’s seen,

That we are as one.”

 


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Squirrel Update

Della is obviously feeding babies who are stashed away in the nest. She does her best to keep up her strength. She’s found a hazelnut she stored last fall, and has it all shelled and ready to enjoy.

“But oh dear! What’s this? Danger! It’s that darned Emma again. She’s a squirrel killer if I ever saw one.”

“Aw! C’mon, Della,” says Emma. “I just want to play. And what are you eating? I’m always interested in food.”

 

“No way! I’m getting up higher into this tree. Good thing there’s a fence so she can’t get at my babies.”

Later, the young squirrels come out of hiding for the first time. They are about the size of a small hamster.

Do you see three of them? One is very shy. Only his head shows.

 

“What are you eating down there? Is that a sunflower seed? Are they any good?”

 

“Aw … pretty please and kisses too? Let me try one.”

 

“I’ll tell Mom you’re not sharing….”

“Go ahead. She doesn’t care. She’s busy cleaning the house anyway, so you’d better not bug her.”

 

Della sighs. “A woman’s work is never done. I need a holiday.”


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The Squirrels’ Playhouse

I think I’ve found just the place where Della and I can have a little fun. 

But I tried the door…. It might be a squeeze to get in here.

Anybody home?

Come on out if you’re in there.

Nobody home. But if Della and I are going to have fun in this playhouse, I’ll have to do some renovations to the door first.

Here goes. Watch me work. I hear a neighbour doing renovations with his skill saw, so why not me?

That’s enough chewing.

Now to check it out. Woohoo!

I wonder what it’s like in there….

Oof! That was a bit of a tight squeeze.

But I’ll take it. It’s a fine playhouse. Now to find Della and get her to come and play house.