When we looked out this morning there was a strawberry neatly perched on top of the fence, a good six feet off the ground.
How? Why? Who?
I am growing strawberries, in fact we had the first three last night, and very tasty they were too. Close examination of the fenceberry shows what look like rodent teeth marks.
Squirrel, methinks. But why didn't he eat it all? Why leave it neatly perched six feet off the ground?
Who knows what goes on in the mind of a squirrel but I've got a message for this one:
Hop it, Tufty; those are my strawberries