I wanted to see if a half-ripe plum would ripen after picking — the birds usually get all the plums. So I picked this one. Didn't want to shove it in my pocket. So I sat it carefully on a branch. LimpyChick rolled up; spied it; scoffed it down.
Dear Mark! May Santa always stop at your house. Merry Christmas! 🎄
I invite you here next year. I actually have a sort of 'un-Christmas.' No festivities. Simple food (but a half bottle of wine). Been doing this for some decades