Finally got some nectarines off my tree after 21 years of being raided by parrots while I’m at work, before they were ripe. I’d look at all the nectarines and think, only another week and they’ll ready to pick, and get home the next day to find 86 million parrots had a party in my backyard all day, and the tree was stripped to the bone, and no nectarines for Kingy.

This year, Ms Kingy has retired and sits out the back doing art and stuff. When the parrots arrive she shoos them away. It’s either that, or the nectarine tree has produced so much this year that it has flooded the market. The top has been raided but this arvo was the first time that I could pick a ripe nectarine off the tree and eat it right then. Yay.

I now have a bowl of fresh fruit in my house (who are you and what have you done with Kingy?).

Pic taken at the wrong time of day, but it’s better than nothing.