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Lincoln’s Owie

I’m sometimes surprised by what I see after I upload photos – things I can’t see without the benefit of the zoom lens. Today I noticed that Lincoln was holding up his left arm in many of the photos I took of him.

I went back outside to see if I could get some better closeups and see if he had a hurt arm.

In the meantime he had gone to the filbert tree to help himself to more nuts and shortly after I snapped a picture of him in the woodshed with his stolen lunch, my camera’s battery went dead. But here is what I saw on the photo I managed to get.

Does it look to you like he has swollen pads on his left hand? Could it be that he got a yellow jacket sting? These wasps are everywhere just now, gorging on overripe plums that have fallen from the trees.

If that’s what it was, he will probably feel better in a day or two, and it doesn’t seem to be slowing down his theft of the filberts.

Lincoln hurt his little hand,

A wasp was hidden in the sand,

As he ran across the lawn,

Lincoln’s peaceful day was gone.

Zap! The wasp attacked his palm,

Lincoln chattered, no more calm,

Darn that stings, it downright pains,

Setting back his daytime gains.

He had much more work to do,

Stashing food away for two.

Girlfriend Della to impress,

Winter stores must be the best.

Swollen hand, he just can’t stop,

Has to harvest this big crop,

While it lasts with food to find,

Late in winter, he won’t mind.

Anne-li tells him, worry not,

See the owie that she got,

Clearing thorny berry vines,

Wasps hid there, she heard their whines.

Out they came from bushes thick,

Stings of fire and very quick,

Near the eye and on the thigh,

Almost made this grown girl cry.

Sorry for your owie, Lincoln,

Tears of pain you’re surely blinkin’,

But tomorrow you’ll feel fine,

And on filberts you will dine.


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Storing Food for Winter

Linc is at it again. Doesn’t he look happy?

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And why shouldn’t he? The two filbert trees in the front yard have been harvested several times by the people,

but still, a lot of nuts are falling to the ground every time a breeze blows by.

Linc wastes no time in getting down there to retrieve them.

Yesterday I took pictures of his stash, and so, having been discovered, he has found a new hiding place.

He doesn’t spend any more time than necessary out in the open; just long enough to determine if there is a nut in the fallen husks.

When he looked up to the deck of the house, he knew someone was watching him, and made a dash for safety up the trunk of the black walnut tree.

He was soon down again though, and scampered at high speed to a new location for his stash behind the woodshed.

I tried taking a video of him rushing out into the open to grab a filbert for his winter food supply but Linc is so fast, that when I tried to keep the camera focused on him, it was hard to keep him in the picture at times. The video is wobbly and not great quality, but you can see him peeling the husk from the nut and running away with it. The second nut in the bunch was a bad one as you might be able to see in the video.

 

 

I’m sure he’ll be back again tomorrow. He does most of his work in the early¬†morning, when it’s still quiet in the neighbourhood.

He must have a lot of winter food put away by this time, judging by how quickly he works.