Don’t be a squirrel

There is a mature horse chestnut tree in the grounds of Mabbsonsea Manor.  Five years ago, it was given a severe pruning, and for the next two springs, the pesky squirrels ate all the sticky buds.  The tree still produced enough leaves to stay alive, but no flowers survived.  I tried telling the pesky squirrels,Continue reading “Don’t be a squirrel”