I swear that the squirrel was aiming at me. I was quietly standing under the cobnut tree admiring the early evening sun when hard little missiles rained down. The scratching in the leaves overhead soon revealed the culprit with tiny hands cupped around a cobnut, miniature teeth bit the top off before he discarded the next one that joined the others on the woodland floor, only just avoiding me.
(Please excuse the too many photo's...but I just love trees...
debx)
