This morning when I pulled up the shade and looked out the window at the rain, there "they" were. THE BIRDS, that is. On the very day the persimmons' ripeness is optimal, all variety of birds descend on the persimmon tree. There were robins, blue jays, sparrows, and all sorts of other little birds flitting in and out of the branches. All were feverishly pecking away on the ripe orange orbs weighing down the branches.
The tree has way too many fruits for me to use, so I don't mind feeding the birds. But, if I expected to have any persimmons at all for my Christmas Persimmon Puddin' I had better get out there in the rain and stake my claim.
This is some of what I was able to get.
