The fig tree out in the backyard is EXPLODING with fruit. I had a net on it to keep the birds away, but that was a joke. I hated seeing it all covered up. To me part of the beauty of having fruit trees is to watch as they grow.
As the fruit develops the chain of nature takes over. First the teenie tiny ants, then the stray snail, then birds. I see the occasional rodent scurry up and down the trees and when I take the dogs out at night for one last trip to the grass before bedtime they chase down a possum or something.
I see the half eaten fruit all the time. Our Mexican lime tree is ravaged by possums. At least they’re getting their vitamin C, but the mess left is what gets me.