Walking the dog, I noticed that now there are the tall coyote scats full of plum pits. For some reason or other, the dog thinks these are great. He totally ignores the regular scat with rabbit hair and other bits, but plum poop!
At any rate, even though the plums are a little sad in the whole, there are still large patches of lovely sweet ones. I ate a few, and offered one to the canine companion. He turned his nose up at the nice raw plum, full of sweet juice and filling the air with its lovely rose-like scent.
But the composted ones! How interesting.
I am glad I am not a dog.
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