It's those blasted deer! They are obviously knocking them down, pulling them down and otherwise, trying my patience something awful. How do I know it was them when I didn't actually see them do it nor am I ever around when they are in my orchard?
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The tell-tale sign of deer...their droppings. I don't much care for them defecating around where I have to walk but they are only doing what Mother Nature have taught them to do. They are merely fertilizing their own food supply. As a frugal and self reliant sort of gardener, this self sustaining activity upon which plants rely greatly must be not only tolerated but expected and revered...but I think I just digressed again. Where was I? Ah, yes, deer are the devil!
The only good thing is the deer are not eating the fruit...at least not yet. Why I can only imagine is that the fruit isn't quite ripe yet. After all, the deer, rabbits and woodchuck plus other assorted critters of the four-legged type, know instinctively when they are ripe and will, therefore, wait.
Well, I picked a few apples which I assumed were ripe. There were half eaten ones under the tree to tell me that. The deer had, in my absence of the previous week, taken a few choice ones which were growing on branches lower to the ground. I had to reach on tiptoe to get these. Bother! I'll need to get the pole picker out to gather the rest before the deer take those too.
I also grabbed a few peaches. I thought I'd bring them in and see if the ripen a bit in the house. I can only hope.