It seems to be the thing to do these days - cut down on consumption and stash a little more away for a rainy (or snowy) day. Even the squirrels are into it these days.
Our two backyard apple trees have always been more of a deer-and-bunny cafe than a source of pie for us; we just don't have the wherewithal in the midst of winter to trim and spray, spray, spray.
But this year, we keep finding apples in the oddest places - places that the wind couldn't have sent them. Then we saw a squirrel tiptoe into the wisteria that runs along the top of the fence, take a bite out of an apple tucked into the bare branches, and go about his business. Since then, we have found more squirrel banks, such as this one tucked onto the grape vines,
which have been trimmed bare for the season.
The owner of this particular stash came out to complain about our messing about so close to his fridge, but Scotty put a stop to that sort of insolence.
Arf, arf, arf.