We have new pinecones growing on our trees. They are very small, about an inch or two long.
This is a big deal to me because a few years ago, a tree squirrel moved in, built a nest, and raised two young scamps. It was the first time since I've lived here that I've seen tree squirrels on our property. Over the course of the next few months, these fun loving three ate every single one of our pine cones. I'm not kidding. We had pinecone remains everywhere. Then they moved away, I suppose to find another property whose pine trees they could ravage.
We have three pine trees. Although the one shown above only has baby pinecones, another one has some that are a bit more mature.
Maybe it's just me, but I always think the markings on a new pine cone look like a fossil of some sort.
Here's a closer look.
As much as I enjoyed watching the little furry rascals, I hope they stay away and leave these pinecones alone. They deserve a chance to grow up and do what pinecones do.
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