Thieves and bandits

We've been watching a peach tree in our front yard with great interest. I thought it had died last summer, but it turned out to be resilient, and we had a mild enough spring that lots of peaches started growing. They've been the perfect peach color for several weeks, but not quite ripe enough to come off the tree. I thought it started looking like there were fewer peaches, and so I started checking more regularly, finding some on the ground and none coming off in my hand.

A couple of days ago we drove in, and I went into the house to put my things away and then went right back out to pick a particular peach. When I got back outside, the peach was gone, and over in the neighbor's yard, this guy was sitting there enjoying it.



I picked every last peach off that tree and put them in the kitchen windowsill to ripen a little more. We've been snack on them ever since. Yum.

Did I mention that Jack Jack and his Pa built a "squirrel feeder" together the last time they were here visiting? I now understand why all the corn was on the ground under the tree. Who needs dried corn kernels when you can have a fresh peach?