Feeding the Wildlife.

We have a persimmon tree.

Growing up, I looked forward to the first frost because I knew the persimmons would be ripe. As a kid, I loved eating the persimmons and then tasking my parents with slicing the seeds open to reveal the type of winter we’d have.

I don’t much care for persimmons now, but boy do my kids love them. Just like I did. They spent part of the weekend collecting persimmons in Ethan’s toy wheelbarrow. As is their way, however, they left the wheelbarrow out by the tree.

This morning Greg looked out the window and saw that we had a visitor. Our visitor was eating those persimmons. How he got in there is anybody’s guess.wookit da bunny

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