On Christmas morning my grandson Fergus came to me with an acorn.
Referring to the hole in the acorn, he said, “A bird ate it.”
I looked at the acorn and said, “Yes, or a worm ate the acorn and the bird ate the worm.”
He smiled at me.
As I sat in my chair this morning, looking at the acorn, I realized where it had come from. About a year ago, I brought a limb home from the ranch. It was a limb off of an oak tree, but it was a special limb because it was covered with holes stuffed with acorn husks. The acorns had been placed in the holes by acorn woodpeckers.
The reason I brought it home was so kids, like Fergus, could explore my yard.