Bad Fur Day
The Horse Chestnut tree across the road has started shedding conkers in today's high winds. They're dropping onto the street where the cars are running over them. I can hear them popping under the wheels.
Last year it was entertaining watching the squirrels from the woods behind our house navigate a safe path through the gardens and drives, grab a conker from the road and then run like mad back to their hiding spots. There were three of them running what looked like a relay, with one waiting at the roadside whilst the other grabbed an oversized nut in its mouth and bounded off to safety.
I don't think the news of the major conker fall has filtered down to them this year as the road has been totally squirrel free and the bounty of nutty goodness is being ground into the tarmac by the traffic.