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Back to the peach tree. I was out looking at it yesterday and figured the time was getting close to pick all the peaches, so this morning I grabbed a bit pot in one hand and Sarah in the other hand to go pick them. When I got into the back yard, I saw squirrels scatter and saw a peach on the ground and though “Wow, good thing I’m doing this now.”

Turns out I should have done it yesterday. Besides the half-eaten peach on the ground, everything was gone. There weren’t even pits left. All of my pretty little peaches became squirrel food. Fuckers.

The good news is that we had picked a few (few=4 in this case) peaches over the last couple of days to try them and they were actually pretty good. Good peach flavor and decent juiciness although they could have been a touch sweeter. Now only to be found in squirrel stomachs.