Leftovers take on all shapes and sizes. I found these on one of our benches. I imagined the adventures of the squirrel who found the acorn, carried it up to the flat surface, then worked to enjoy the meal. What a feast it must have been. This squirrel has to work a bit on their table manners, which seems to be typical for squirrels in our area. I am glad someone is enjoying the acorns, we have been bombarded with them and they can be quite pesky. 

From my perspective these little nuts prove to be a problem. They pile up and kill the things underneath. We rake and clean up year after year, and they keep working their way into the garden and crowding out the flowers. We enjoy the trees, not always a fan of the plethora or acorns those trees produce. To enjoy the trees someone somewhere had to let the acrons root and grow. They had to endure the acrons to be able to enjoy the tree. 

From the persepctive of the worldlife, we are a well stocked cafeteria of food. The squirrels, the deer, the raccoons, the birds all eat the acorns. They huddle around the piles we throw into the forest and dig up the ones buried in the dirt. They feast, and enjoy eating them in the sunlight…as you can see here. For all I know this crumbled mess was a morsel the squirrel had been saving for just the right day, one that was warm and sunny. It was obviously enjoyed and whoever ate it worked hard to get to the good stuff inside. 

What is one person’s pest is another person’s feast. I learned that from these acorn remnants. Seeing these shell pieces reminded me that my way of thinking is not the only way of thinking. That my view may not be the real view, or the view of anyone else. To best understnad I need to remind myself that the world is filled with people, places and things that see it all from a different point of view. Just like a squirrel sees this as a full stomach and nourishment to stay alive. So hooray for empty acorn shells, one less acorn for me to clean up and one happy animal roaming free and full.