We have a tall spruce tree beside our house. Over the past week we have heard a constant, “Bong,” “Plop. “ Bing,” as a squirrel harvests the spruce cones from the top of the tree and drops them down, hitting our metal roof. He will soon gather them up and hide the seeds for winter food. The little guy keeps busy with this chore, and I will be happy when he finishes disturbing the peace.
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