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“They can smell it in the air.”

“It’s only seven nuts to the nest…”

“Just one more trip…”

“The wind’s howlin’.”

“We’d best be movin’ faster if we can.”

warm nests are waiting ,,,

It’s only seven steps to the maple tree.
Only five more runs to the hollow log.
Only three more trips before the sky turns white.



By nightfall, the wind would have its way.
But by then… the pantry was full.




This morning in Green Valley, there wasn’t a snowflake in sight.

The sky looked harmless.
The table was full.
Everything felt ordinary.

But the air had changed.

The squirrels didn’t linger.
The chickadees didn’t sit and sing.
The blue jays weren’t debating territory.

They were moving.

Two nuts at a time.
Seeds tucked and gone.
No table manners.
No small talk.

It’s only seven steps to the maple tree.
Only five more runs to the hollow log.
Only three more trips before the sky turns white.

You’re watching a sped-up slice of Wisconsin on a Tuesday — a quiet time lapse of instinct kicking in long before the first snowflake falls.

The wind hadn’t started howling yet.

But they knew.

And by nightfall… the pantry would be full.