Caught red handed…

Summer for me is strawberries. It is perhaps no coincidence that we live across the road from a strawberry farm. Or that my birthday is mid strawberry season. So today I
took the strawberries outside to hull them in the sun, before my husband magicked them into jam.
I went inside to answer the phone… and when I came back out…
Lots of them had been nibbled… was it slugs, birds, mice…
Nope, here’s our strawberry thief. Just one nibble out of each!
With her willing accomplice!
They take after their mama, I was the finest strawberry thief in the West according to my Papa.
And me, caught red-handed, devouring dada’s finest strawberry jam – nice one PT!