I was trying so hard to be patient, but no such luck with the squirrels. This morning, I looked out and saw only two peaches left. And it wasn’t the wind that did it.
Those two left on the tree have a firm grip, so we’ll see how long they hold out. Of the drops, I managed to find three peaches still whole enough to stick in a bag and hope. And five more all covered with nips and divots. Yick. At least, I don’t need to worry much about pruning the tree.