The Sierra Nevada mountains in our area are full of blue oak trees.
The trees are large, with a spreading canopy and limbs that twist and turn. As a result, they are not popular for logging but they are beautiful to look at. In the fall, they drop leaves creating a rich carpet that enriches the earth and holds water. They also drop acorns and dead wood. The squirrels, black tailed deer, quail and other animals eat the acorns. The Native Americans ate them -- they are supposedly the best tasting acorns around. Just ask the animals. It's easy to find the shells...but impossible to find the acorns.
I suspect that the horses are eating them as well. I couldn't find any acorns in the oak pasture, just the empty shells. Between the deer, the quail, the squirrels and the horses there were none on the ground. I found a few green acorns out by the driveway.
I found just one ripe acorn on the entire property. Just one. They must be tasty indeed.
I'm not sure if Kersey was helping me look for acorns or looking for ground squirrels. I suspect the latter.
The squirrels aren't the only busy ones at Oak Creek Ranch. Brett, with the help of our neighbor Marv, split and stacked oak for the wood stove.