Poor old Sonny the Sunflower! Somebody knocked him over and chawed his face off.
Maybe the raccoons are peeved that the bird feeder is empty at night.
Wild harvest
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Alas, poor Sonny, I gnawed him well.
He was a chewy fellow, full of good humor and seeds.