The mirabelles are getting ripe.
The first heifer notices the plums on the other side of the wire.
Sitting in the wimpy wild grass here (Bemuda grass?) is this shell. When you see these shells in the field you wonder what hunter has been wandering by eating large shrimp, but then you figure out these are freshwater crayfish from the nearby ponds.
It was right by this animal track into the orchard. We’ve seen deer here, but this seems a little small for deer. Jean will have to watch out for the crayfish-eating monster when she cleans up these blackberries.