Not a word of lie..... not one word...

At about 5AM, I was making tea. Pine cones were falling out of a tree at the edge of my backyard and landing on the frozen snow. It was -12C. What? Noooo. No way. Squirrel? I strained my eyes and scanned the tree, backlit by a light on the apartment building behind it. Couldn't see anything.

I was just getting a cup of tea, 7:25AM, and I looked at the "pine cones" in the still dim morning light. Looked funny. Binoculars. Buns... about 50 in all. Mostly under one pine. Stored in the tree(s) by crows, jays...???

And, what the heck was throwing them all from the tree at 5AM (no wind)????

I am curious!