Mother Nature called while I was out on my walk yesterday morning and the urge to shake the dew off my trouser Lilly was just too strong to ignore.
The good news was that I literally had the entire walking trail all to myself, first time that I didn’t pass a single soul, so I was free to pick a tree, any ole tree, to “water” 🤣.
Unbeknownst to me, the walnut tree that I chose to snuggle up against to nourish, just so happened to have Rocky, the forest park ranger, squirrel 🐿️ sitting in it.
I’m not sure what it was that scared the little fella as I unzipped my fly 😉 but the critter started to squawk, chatter and carry on as it began to zigzag higher up the tree.
In the process of leaping from limb to limb Rocky shook loose one of the last remaining walnuts that had been hanging on for dear life or did he intentionally drop said projectile, hmm 🤔? I guess we’ll never know.
And can you guess where that walnut fell ⁉️
You got it, knocked me right on the noggin! Fortunately for me it was a smaller walnut and may have hit a branch or two on the way down to soften the blow 🤕. Seems Sir Isaac Newton and I now have something similar in common…
I could swear that when I looked up that son of a bitch Rocky was sitting there laughing 😆 and giggling 🤭.
I didn’t know I had to wear a hard hat while having a getting-back-to-nature piddle.
Live and learn.









































