Our peach trees have been attacked by the darned grubs and as usual, the stinking squirrels.
They have been getting nice and plump on all those wonderful peaches. And being the jerk rodents that they are, they are never, ever happy with the peaches that have already fallen, or those that I leave for them as peace-peach-offerings at the foot of the tree up at the road near their woodland hideout.
Nooooo. They have to climb the peach trees and take a bite here, take another bite there, and then, after stabbing their sharp rodent teeth into no fewer than a half-dozen peaches, decide on that special one, pull it off the branch, and make their way into the woods to shove yet another peach into whatever hidey-hole they have chosen for their pirated bounty.
So this year was no different than last year's Running of The Squirrels.
Plink. Plink. Plink.
And supper was had by all. They ate our peaches. And we, in turn, ate them.
After finishing our supper of Shake & Bake Squirrel, fried onion & lambs quarters and zucchini fritters, we had a wonderful homemade / homegrown dessert. Peach cobbler:
Quite a fitting ending, I thought.