We were at Schoharie Crossing boat launch this morning, when a walnut thumped to the ground inches from my feet.
Dang, what was up with that? I glanced up, only to realize that I was standing under a maple tree.....walnuts usually grow on walnut trees.
Dagnabbit, this little villain was bombing me.
I went on about my birding business. Then when I returned I heard an odd chucking call from the same tree.
Look who was looking down at me.
At least he warned me this time.
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