A squirrel comes by every now and then. He stuck up his nose at the dried corn cobs I put out just for him and risked his life checking out the bird feeder, only to find thistle seed. So he jumped back to the deck and began searching for acorns. We have fewer this year. We didn’t want any left to sprout in the yard, or be gathered by the woodpecker who wanted to drill holes and store them in our walls. So I “hired” one of our grandsons to gather acorns and paid a penny each. One sand bucket carries two hundred. He filled five and felt like a millionaire.
Squirrels keep gathering and storing. I visited Oregon Caves where a ranger told the gathering of tourists how many tons of acorns squirrels had stored in the caves, all of which had to be removed. No matter how much the squirrels gathered, it never seemed to be enough.
How many of us are that way, storing for a rainy day? It’s not nuts to prepare...