Judging from the responses I received to my post on “Where are the acorns,” I’m either going to be an oasis of fair weather this winter, or Seamus intercepted the acorns on their way down, ate them on the spot and hid the shell caps. 
I’ve confronted him and so far he hasn’t fessed up. I’ll check for evidence after he eats dinner. In the meantime, I’m voting for the oasis thought to materialize. I’ve gone as far as to keep the snow blower under the tarp in the back of the garage.
Wish me luck!
TD