Godzilla managed to spare this little patch of persimmon trees (imagine me screaming at the top of my lungs, arms flailing around, trying to tell Paul not to bulldoze a particular area....while he's ON the dozer). There are about seven or eight small trees in the goat pen and they haven't eaten the bark off them. They've managed to eat the bark off the cedars, but thankfully leave the persimmons alone.
I know there are a few other small patches of persimmons on our place because I saw them last year, so I think I may take a wander in the back 30 and see if I can find them again. I didn't gather enough last year to make more than a loaf or two of persimmon bread, but this year I'm going to try really hard to get enough to make some persimmon butter to make up for the lack of grape jelly in the pantry. Now if they just make it until November!