Good Morning Gentle Readers,
Clumb down the hill this morning to check on the produce and to see if I had enough stamina to make it back up again. Turns out the shot in the butt and the antibiotics are finally making themselves evident.
Course the dam birds have got at the peaches as have the Fig Beatles, which some chick I used to know referred to as the B-52's of the bug world.
Warning: Ms E and those with a bug aversion should not scroll down any further.
But by far the most interesting story de jour is the bees. Dozens of bees competing with the Fig Beatles for the sweet, soft innards of ripe peaches. Both on the ground and on the tree. Now, who knew bees ate peaches? Or whatever it is that bees do before they barf up the honey.
When we were little kids we called these things H Bees and we believed that there was a well defined H emblazoned on their backs, which we could clearly identify with our little boy eyes.