Since when do birds read blogs?
Maybe the raccoon told them that the figs were ripe. Bloody hell.
The vicissitudes of deep urban living...
I shall bring home some slivers of [link disclaimer: not for the faint of stomach] wafer-thin Serrano this evening in the hopes that they have left some for me.
[Ed: later that day...Ha! The cat and I apprehended the thief. A blue jay. Cat is on guard.]