I wasn’t the only one eager to pick peaches yesterday. This morning, several peaches were hanging in the bottom of the netting, so I figured it was time to pick them all, ripe or not. Two were chewed up and gross, four were slightly bitten, but six peaches were pristine. They even all smell like peach! Must have driven that raccoon crazy trying to get at them.
The second best part of this (the best part being an actual harvest of peaches) is that harvesting the peaches means I could transfer the netting to the pear tree. Since there are only three unmolested pears left, it was all too easy to wrap the netting around the relevant branches.
Take that, you sneaky raccoons!