The trees and old house are part of the original farm that was divided up in the late-1980’s and resulted in a couple thousand townhouses, and one weird little farm house on a triangle shaped piece of property right in the middle of everything. I’m kind of glad the old house is still there, because I would rather look at that than 10 or 20 townhouses.
Where am I going with this you ask? The old house sits right under the apple trees, and that means “Apple Bomb Time.” The apples falling from the tree, at all hours of the day and night and especially when the wind is blowing, sound like someone beating on a big bass drum!
Clover is no longer here to bark at each and every apple bomb; however, Cosmo and I jump a couple of inches each and every time we hear one. BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!
In the Spring, I have the crazy woodpecker. In the Fall, I have apple bombs.
If they were only edible.