The Sky is Falling!
The sky is falling – I hear the steady plunk, plunk, plunk of spruce cones as they hit the ground. i look up and search the heavy-laden branches and see rustling motions until I focus on the cause. Oh, you again! I caught you in the act and you caught me!
I watched as you navigated down a branch that was fifty feet in the air and shimmied down to a cone.
Once you chose your favourite, you twisted or bit it off at the top, then had a nibble.
Then, after another bite, you dropped it to the ground. Quite clever! I wonder, do you gather parts of the cones and store them in your nest for the winter?