“Man is the only kind of varmint sets his own trap,
baits it, then steps in it.”
John Steinbeck
“Say your prayers varmint…dead rabbits tell no tales”
Yosemite Sam
(this is all that remians/ Julie Cook / 2018)
Remember this image from early Spring?
(my spring crop looking ever so hopeful / Julie Cook / 2018)
This was just one of the four apple trees burgeoning with the hoped-for abundance
of a season that was not quite yet to be.
There was excitement, as well as anticipation, both abounding as thoughts of pies, stews
and all sorts of baked treats swirled around our thoughts.
The air just seemed heavy with sweetness and cinnamon…
That is until this week…
Out of all of those hoped for beautiful apples from those four fully ladened trees,
only 7 measly apples have been salvageable.
There is a culprit…or perhaps even multiple culprits.
But the question remains…Whom?
Deer?
Raccoons?
Birds?
I suspect all three…but the teeth marks are telling.
This tale is to be continued as I go about my stealthy sleuth work…
If you fully obey the Lord your God and carefully follow all his commands I give you today,
the Lord your God will set you high above all the nations on earth.
All these blessings will come on you and accompany you if you obey the Lord your God:
Deuteronomy 28:1
cookiecrumbstoliveby 
In true investigative reporting style, I can see you searching for facts. What a bummer to see this on such fruitful trees. Something always comes along in life to nibble at us too, doesn’t it? I love your photography.
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If the culprit is a raccoon, please have a coonskin cap made and sent to our three-year-old grandson in Memphis. They got a rescue dog and the first day that they let Anna alone in the house, she jumps on top of the chest of drawers and chewed his hat, the one that he modeled for a couple of our hat pictures. He was displeased with their new pet for a day or so. I don’t think I have ever seen a child of that age that loves hats, and that was his favorite.
Reckon where he gets that live if hats from?? 🎩🧢⛑
I have no idea. I tried to put hats on each of the four older ones, but they did not stay on long. Now, the two oldest are starting to get into hats, but at 3? forget it.
A hat gene 🤣
Our varmints all have wings Julie. They got most of the cherries (neighbours tree that overhangs our garden) but not the redcurrants and I managed to save most of the tayberries with netting. The apples are nowhere ready.
Oh, my goodness! What a crime! But you will solve it, Sherlock! I have faith in you! Looking forward to reading the end to this mystery. My condolences, in the meantime, for your loss of apple crop. 😦 ❤ and hugs!
Aw…bummer.
I understand your frustration as the oranges from my tree get pilfered every night but I suspect our neighborhood possum. Every morning I see the orange empty husks scattered around the yard. The least he could do is clean up after himself…
Sorry about your apples, hopefully you will find the culprit soon!
Oh noooooooo! I’m so very sorry…I can feel your disappointment and I do not blame you. Maybe find some cheer in knowing you filled some ‘needy’ bellies?
Wow I’m sorry to see this with your apple!