So I was out in the backyard this evening, thinning peaches. It's not fun to yank half the fruit off of a tree, but I know from both book lernin' and sad experience that peach trees are overachievers; they set more fruit than they can ripen. So if I want large, sweet, juicy peaches in August, I must go out in June and remove at least one half to three-fifths of the little green fuzzballs.
It was a beautiful evening - one of those pleasant, calm, early summer evenings that must be spent out of doors. So I'm plucking away, and becoming more and more irritated by the minute. I couldn't figure out why. At first I thought that it was because Nathan was throwing fuzzy green projectiles at me. But then I stopped to think and realized that there was a strange, persistent, high pitched sound coming from the next door neighbor's yard. So I peeked over the fence, and this is what I saw.
I have no words to express how thrilled I am to have a yapyap dog for a neighbor. Will someone explain to me why my quiet, productive chickens are frowned upon by city ordinance, and this little noise-maker is sanctioned? Those neighbors are not getting any of my eggs, I can tell you that right now.