sparrow fruit….
Our neighbor has a bush on the wall over by her driveway. With fall the leaves have dropped off and in the morning when we walk by it appears to be loaded with large apple sized fruits. Fruits that chirp noisily and scold the occasional cat that dares to approach and look up. Sparrow fruit, I call them. Right now there are dozens of them clustered gorging on our porch feeders, getting fat. Fat sparrow fruit. Hellooo, lunch….
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Talk about fat sparrows, I like our raccoon friend who comes seeking leftovers at night. She/he (the name has to be Rocky Racoon) is round like a blimp. You can tell when Rocky is visiting because the cats go on alert.
And then I spelled Raccoon wrong in Rocky’s last name. Sorry Rocky.