Above is what Bob calls Jake's Pickers Paradise.... this spot is right outside the back door, in order for me to step on the sticks and go OW! OW! Each day we watch Jake pile new sticks in his Paradise and I have never had the camera ready
Today I saw him hunting for the green sticks that fall of the Schefflera tree.
He hunts for just the right stick and it can't be Brown, must be Green, then he carries it half way accross the yard to his Pickers Paradise, where he chews it into small hurtful to bare feet pieces.
As you can see in below photo, he knows how to say MINE I have no idea why he will not bring the brown ones, since by the next day all the pieces are brown.