Monday, August 28, 2006

Gettin Figgy

Summer's almost over, and with the hot weather go the figs from the tree. Not that they ever ripen to maturity, but some of them do fall - small, hard, undeveloped versions of their potential selves - and Arthur picks them off the ground, carries them to one of the hammocks and gnaws on them where he thinks he can't be seen. I know this because I spy on him through the office window.

Josh knows this because he's the one that collects Arthur's poop in the morning.

(see May 23 post for more fig activity)

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