If only I’d had a motion-activated camera. I would have loved to have seen the expression on the face of whatever it was as it joyrode the limb down to the ground with a snapping sound behind it.
And still it was thwarted: the clamshells stayed shut. I opened one of the little boxes, the ripe fruit having been knocked off its stem, and we had homegrown plum/Comice pear/peach crisp tonight, very pretty–and oh, after all these years of the critters claiming it all, the sweet taste of success.
One more tree to go, with months to ripeness. A Fuji clamshell got knocked to the ground last night–but it too refused to reward such behavior.
Maybe I should hide them under paper bags over the clamshells. How do you like them apples.