My hazel tree was being shaken violently this morning, which was a bit disconcerting. It was a while before I spotted the culprit - a grey squirrel. I find them quite delightful, so I settled down to watch as he systematically stripped every single nut from the tree, running up the garden every minute or so to hide them. Only after he'd finished did I remember that I had plans for those nuts
Anyway, I went up the garden to check and found a dozen or so freshly dug holes packed full of nuts.
No - I didn't do it. I decided that after all his hard work, he deserved them. But at least I know where they are, and if I get peckish in the winter ...
Mike