The Bartlett pear tree fence was successful in the fact that it kept the dogs from gorging on pears. What happened though that it was also too good at keeping us out. Well we didn't make the effort to go in there and keep the pears cleaned up, and we really should have got them all picked off the tree. Unfortunately we wasted quite a lot. Not totally wasted, as they went to the chickens and the sheep, and the dogs got the occasional one, but if we had been more organized we could have sold lots more at the market. I did get enough peeled and in the freezer for quite a few batches of ginger pear jam.
Every once in a while we would see one of the dogs circling the fence, and there would be the odd little hole dug as they tried to get at the pears teasing them right on the other side of the wire. This was Luna this morning, taken through the kitchen window
I don't hear anyone
Maybe I can get this one before they notice
Here are the pears from the Comice tree, they got picked on Tuesday (thanks Meredith). And that's only half of them. I'll get some of them bagged up for the markets this weekend.