Avocados are long gone. Buds emerging for the next crop.
So what do I find this morning but a freshly-fallen avocado, freshly devoured. Huh?
I didn’t get a picture of the bird, but when I first saw this, it was calmly eating, that far away, glancing up at me from time to time, as if wondering—as usual—who exactly I thought I was hanging around its feeding station.
Such nerve!