This is our deck. This is what happens to a deck when a oak tree grows right next to it. The squirrels love our oak tree. We hate the mess that comes every fall.

The last couple days I've been picking up the whole bottom & tops from the fallen acorns. There are not many that are in one piece. I asked Mick if he would pick up any he sees, he has yet to find any.

When I do things like this I know I need to get a life. Or as Eric would say, "a freakin life."

I like how the trash from the squirells has turned into my treasure.
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I find it refreshing to know other people do things like this. I don't feel alone then!
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