My orchard is becoming more attractive to the local wild life as the figs ripen on my trees. One must be philosophical about their attacks on the harvest; they are no worse than humans. I have never tasted a single Blue Provence because the tree is within easy reach of a neighbour who watches my figs closer than I do.
This morning as I ventured outdoors, who did I encounter but the local bush turkey, strutting down the path leading to my front door. There are over sixty fruit trees lining the path; they are inviting.
It was reluctant to move off so I rushed at it –and it flew.