is over for another year. We watched the mangoes ripen for the longest time and then, wham, they were ripe all at once and the warfare commenced. One tree was laden, the other not so much, and these pair got to enjoy one of the last ones on the tree that we didn't pick in time.
It was a funny old mango season, and I think the intense heat we had before the mangoes were ready affected them. Not our finest tasting crop - ripe around the seed before the outside - but still well enjoyed. By the birds as well as you can tell.