Sherlock is unhappy today. He's trying to pull the acorn up again. He must of heard the forecast for snow. There's birdfood all over the grown and in the bird house. After he couldn't get the acorn up, he went over to the birdhouse on the rail and just started scooping and scraping the feed out into the ground. It looked like a child throwing a temper tantrum. Poor Sherlock, he must know his deep sleep is coming soon.
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