Chirp. Chirp. Chirp.
Crackle. Chirp. Chirp.
Little brownish birds with yellow beaks landed on the persimmon tree branches above me.
Hop, hop, hop. Chirp. Chirp.
"Is it time for lunch?" I stepped away from the ladder. "Okay. I'll do something else until you're done."
Right after the birds had their fill, the Husband came outside and he kindly picked a basket of persimmons for me.
A wonderful day.