Good morning everyone. This is The Daily Bone, condensed edition, and I'm your jocular doggie reporter Chester L. W. Spaniel.
The leaves are all off the silver maple tree in our back yard.
Ghostwriter says the wind blowing through the bare branches makes an eerie, whirring sound.
I have no problem with that. In fact I'm glad the leaves are finally gone.
Because, now I can see those sneaky squirrels up there!
Ha ha dummy squirrels! You're stuck up there as long as I'm outside!
I hope you like sitting up there in the cold wind!
Heh heh heh!