Acorn = Alarm Clock

I am still learning the ropes of living in the mountains. I do not need an alarm clock this time of year lest I wish to arise in the dark. Each morning at first light... the local army of squirrels take to the trees.. detaching and tossing acorns downward for their later retrieval and burial for the coming winter. With so many large trees above our rooftop, it's like a little acorn hailstorm every morning. It's kinda crazy. But honestly.. I kinda like this intrusion of nature.... way better than yesterdays story.