Every few years a different sound enters the melody of this small forest. It's the sound of falling pine cones. Dropping from their perches high above, grazing branches and pine needles as they make their way to the ground. It happens frequently, and after a few startles and 'what was that?' glances, the sound settles into the normal hum of forest activity. And as you can see above, they make themselves right at home, hoping to someday become the mighty trees they fell from.