November 27th – In contrast to the cotoneaster, nobody seems to want the sour, hard crab apples growing just up the way from them.
The leaves on the tree have nearly all fallen, and so has most of the fruit, which lies on the ground rotting, untouched even by foxes.
I wonder how bad the winter would have to be before these were eaten by something?
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