Don't mind if I do!

I went picking figs this evening; we have several on the land in different states of neglect, but they're all cropping pretty well at the moment. I obviously took the dogs with me for a little walk and to keep me company. As I was testing figs for ripeness, Willow stuck her nose in and grabbed one. Well, that was it - she now knows that ripe fig is gooooooood and she proceeded to make her way round all the lower branches, selecting the ripest fruits and guzzling them down.

 

Oooops, interesting morning toileting-wise possibly !

 

I think she'll be OK. After being very delicate when she was younger, she's grown into the dog with the iron constitution

But, if not.... I just hope you're right and it waits until morning

 

Don't you remember what "Syrup of Figs" was for

 

I have never heard of "Syrup of Figs"!!!

 

hehehe! So how many did you eat @snowbunny !

 

It was what Mothers gave small children to go to the loo, shall we say to release their bowel

 

Oh my goodness, I hope Willow doesn't give you a lesson in it then .

 

I had six! No running necessary, from either of us, thankfully

 

Mmmm figs....lucky you! Moderation is all things is usually a good idea....

 

Ah....give it time......

 

Hehe, no side-effects yet. Willow and I shared another one yesterday, when she got over-excited during almond picking and I had to take her away to calm down for a bit. We have a couple of trees with the dark figs and a couple with the green ones, plus a couple more where the fruit is too young to know. The green are my favourite, I think. Yummers.

 

We went fig-picking again last night. We collected about 5kg, lovely. Willow helped herself to lots on the lower branches, while Shadow did his impression of a Malinois, leaping and hanging off the higher branches to get to those figs. This evening, I found a poo which, to my reckoning, was about 95% fig.

 

Just don't read about the sex life of a fig not eaten one since seeing a documentary on it as a kid - scared for life

 

I read a fascinating article about them a few nights ago. Here, I had to dig it out to share it with you all...

http://www.newyorker.com/tech/elements/love-the-fig?mbid=social_facebook

 

After @Oberon telling me that horses love carob, I thought I'd collect a big bag from our trees to give to a lovely lady who let us take a load of manure from her horses a couple of weeks ago. I say "let us take", but I think she was quite glad of someone to take it away! Anywho, we needed it, so some carob by means of thanks would be a nice token.
I started collecting, the dogs rather nonplussed about the whole thing, until Willow decided to see what all the fuss was about. After a hesitant start, it turns out that she absolutely loves the stuff. I can see where this is going, we're going to have no crops to do anything with, and I'm going to have a black Lab the size of the house...