Remember Bob, my barking squirrel? He does his best, eating the ones that fall into the garage gutters. But, there are just too many.
This is what they do.
They show up every spring and wait for just the right time to make their move.
All they need to some wind and they are off.
Next they need a good spot to land, preferably moist, bare earth.
Than, they do their thing.
|They sprout little baby maple trees.|
Now, this year has been a great year for the whirlygig. The plan is working.
The perfect storm for them-
Lots of wind from storms going just the right direction.
Lots of rain to make the earth moist.
Lots of fertile bare earth in which to sprout.
|This is my garden, full of little trees.|
When it starts to dry out to get in, it rains again.
Where all the little trees are is where my sweetcorn is supposed to be.
I will not be overrun!
Those trees are going down!