We are waiting for Hurricane Joaquin on Long Island, but meantime we are being blasted by the worst barrage of acorns I can remember.
I know, if we lived in the city, it would be car horns and construction noise. But this is like nothing I have ever heard.
The massive oaks over our heads are dropping acorns, which clatter on first impact and then skitter all the way down the roof and land with a thud on the deck.
Why this year? Is it another sign of the Apocalypse -- like the joker with the orange mop braying at us?
Nobody around here remembers such a crop of acorns. I went to the Web and came up with an article that said acorns are not necessarily cyclical – or even a direct reaction to drought or dampness – but rather an intricate computer-tree response to predators. Very impressive.
If I read this right, oaks drop their seeds (noisy little missiles) in years when birds and squirrels and other perceived threats are least hungry. This gives seeds a chance to survive – in lawns, flower beds and open space.
There are worse things to worry about right now, but meantime, a few feet over our heads, the acorns are obeying the law of gravity.
Now if the oaks stay put during Joaquin….
10/1/2015 10:49:05 am
Excellent research. We talk about this very subject every year in the rural area where we live and generally have gone with the cold winter coming theory. I have never found such an explanation before. The author, Michael Snyder, I hope gets the Secretary of the Interior position in the Bernie cabinet. By the way, love your Art Deck-o, George.
10/1/2015 05:34:20 pm
Brian, nice pun. The explanation makes sense. Do you think Bernie has his cabinet chosen? Who is his VP mate? -- Can't be Eliz. Warren, can it?
10/1/2015 09:58:12 pm
In terms of animal art, I'm not nearly as creative as you are, but nonetheless appreciative. We have two pink plastic flamingos that appeared in our front yard a few years ago when I reported on the local blog a visit by a large black bear. Our late neighbor put them there one very late night and claimed on the blog that they scare away those critters. We kept them and now put them near our underground propane tank in the winter so our fuel folks can find the tank in the snow. They enjoy them.
10/2/2015 11:50:08 am
Brian, I did better. I asked it., GV
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From the great Maureen Dowd:
As I write this, I’m in a deserted newsroom in The Times’s D.C. office. After working at home for two years during Covid, I was elated to get back, so I could wander around and pick up the latest scoop.
But in the last year, there has been only a smattering of people whenever I’m here, with row upon row of empty desks. Sometimes a larger group gets lured in for a meeting with a platter of bagels."
--- Dowd writes about the lost world of journalists clustered in newsrooms at all hours, smoking, drinking, gossipping, making phone calls, typing, editing.
"Putting out the paper," we called it.
Much more than nostalgia.