Yesterday there was a window of opportunity that didn't involve donning souwester and waders to go into the garden, so I took a closer look.
Turns out someone had been pilfering my raspberries! Where once raspberries were, there were only little green stalks remaining.
I would blame Misty but lack of opposing thumbs may have been too much of a hindrence. That leaves either small fingers or mini beasts. Yes there is a distinction. Mini beasts tend to leave a little bit behind. But small fingers are nimble and adept at hiding all the evidence. After adjusting my handbag in the style of Miss Marple, I determined that the raspberry juice in the corner of the wee ones mouth 'may' be sufficient evidence to prosecute. The only remaining ripe-ish raspberry has been left on the bush in the hope that it will reach optimum juiciness so that I may sample at least one fruit of my labour.
That's if the mini beasts don't get it first.
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