Last year it was a mystery, but this year I knew that mid-late July would find Charlie out grazing. There is a massive cherry tree in the yard behind ours, and towards the end of July, it's crop of cherries begins to rain down.
This is heaven to Charlie, being so food-oriented! The cherries have dried on the tree to a perfect chewey gooey consistency, and Charlie can't believe his good fortune when he finds the terraces and yard covered with them. He runs to that corner and gobbles them down as quickly as possible.
Only the prospect of being hand-fed can induce him to take a break. Albeit, a short one.
4 hours ago