The RV is parked right next to one of the four pecan trees on our property. It's one of the smaller ones, but every year, it produces quite a number of pecans, even this year, when the drought caused half of them to drop early.
I wasn't too upset when that happened, because for several years now, we haven't collected a single ripe pecan. The squirrels get them all. I've been watching it happen today. About every three or four minutes, a squirrel will make a dash from the line of trees near the pond, across the lawn, to the pecan tree. It'll harvest one of the green nuts and dash back to the treeline. I was more upset about it in previous years, but I'm reconciled to it now. What can I do, other than take pot-shots at them with a pellet gun? I'm not willing to go that far.
What gets me is that they don't wait until the nuts are ripe. It that a squirrel thing? I can't even grab one before they come calling, because it's still in it's green husk and unusable. It's sad. Pecans are my favorite nut, and I have to make do with grocery store produce.
Maybe I'll find new baby pecan trees down by the pond some year and it'll all be worth it.
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