Ah. First morning back in LA, and I see that the fig tree at the front is under attack by lots of small birds. I managed to rescue some, picking a few maybe a day or two earlier than I’d prefer, for optimal flavour, but they’ll still be great. Of course, the ripe ones bursting their skins with flavour are wonderful.
I’ve left some of the half-eaten ones on as a distraction to the feathered visitors. The tree at the back, with the mission figs, is showing signs of attack from squirrels. The 2011 chapter of the war against Fluffy and Flitty begins.
On the other hand… tasty!!!