In June, I accidently uprooted a pin oak sapling in the Back 40. I was weeding wildly. Once I saw what I had done, I attempted to replant it. A couple of days later it was utterly overthrown, the work, I believe of a squirrel sapper. But then, in another pot, I noticed another. Both were surely planted by squirrels (what the Squirrel giveth, the Squirrel squirrelth away).
I left the remaining sapling alone for four months. Yesterday, in the rainslush, I suddenly noticed its leaves turning. One of its five leaves had already fallen. Time for a picture before it was too late:
Although it seems hard to imagine, the bare twig-like “trunk” will try to winter through. Good luck, sapling.
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