Just outside my screened porch, there are white oaks well over 200 years old, and they are loaded with acorns. Just after dawn this morning I sat there watching pieces of acorn rain down from high limbs as a grey squirrel ate his breakfast. Those white oak acorns bode well for a wide variety of wild creatures this fall and winter.
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