|The Hickory Tree|
Actually we're not selling anything but hay, and not much of that yet, as there is still plenty of green grass out there....hay selling is a winter kind of thing I guess.
Thus you don't even need to buy anything, just come 'n' gettum.
You see, the chickadees, titmice, and Downy Woodpeckers have come back and are looking for sunflower seeds and suet.
So is a Carolina Wren, which thrills me by being first bird every morning when I am out walking the pups.
So are five-hundred and twenty-seven chipmunks.
Oh, all right, I didn't count them, but the boss has seen seven at one time and they are everywhere. They gather up great maws full of seeds and cart them away only to abandon them....leaving a great mess and wasting them almost entirely. Now they are harvesting my scarlet runner bean seed pods off the arbor....and it just so happens that I want to bring them in to dry for next year, dagnabbit.
Thus if you happen to stop by you may take home as many as you like....take a couple....take ten...take a dozen...heck, take a baker's dozen....no returns though...as is, where is......
I'll give you a tomato for a sandwich for every one you take....I'll even supply some bread and mayonnaise.
The guy in orange is our boy doing what he does.....