This far into fall most of the persimmons have dropped from the big tree 70 feet out from my office’s private “crow’s nest” balcony on the third floor at Pineapple Hill. Still, sometimes a deer or two drop by looking for stragglers.
At 5:00 a.m. this morning, walking our pound pup, Jack, we went out to that tree so Jack could pee while sniffing the news from deer. It was dark and cold but the sky was clear and crisp. Starry. And quiet. Until a persimmon fell, thumping the ground near Jack and I, setting off the alarm—meaning Jack. He barked and barked and barked. He bared his teeth. He clawed the ground like a bull. I had to drag him back into the house.
But even then he stood at the door looking for any further signs of deer in the season’s last persimmons.
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Surf Director at Pineapple Hill