A little pre-Civil War history on the naming of a particularly good cherry: an insult commandeered as a compliment.
Meantime, I guess one peach got missed by the grape Koolaid? Because it’s taking all the beak bites while the others have been left alone, for a week now. And I am leaving it exactly like that so it’ll continue to. The Erva cage, unstaked to leave it deliberately rattle-ly under paw, is keeping the raccoons and possums from daring climb the trunk.
We are actually, finally, for real getting critter-free and bird-free peaches! 