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I'd been hearing odd noises in one of our walnut trees for the past week or so, but couldn't figure out what was making them. Finally spotted this guy this afternoon, after which I had the below conversation with Kat.
All set for the market tomorrow, with a big load of nectarines (~320 pounds worth), and a pretty decent selection of veggies too. Will try to get a picture of our stall before the crowds descend.
"At this rate we're not going to have any walnuts left," I lamented after showing Kat the above picture.
"I'm pretty sure we'll be fine - there's a huge crop out there."