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.