Wow! I’m not the only one that has persimmon dreams!

These mejiro (white-eyes) go crazy when the persimmons’ sugar liquifies and the peels turn translucent and soft.

    

How do I know they’re having persimmon dreams? Man, just look at the way they flit around, how frenetic they are. You try taking a picture of one.

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Every New Year’s Day, Jii-chan would climb the tree beside the cowshed and stick slices of tangerine on bare twigs. . . . A hundred, maybe two hundred, tiny white-eyed, green birds, flitting from limb to limb, would bring the winter tree to life. 

                                                                                                  Kenta Ishiguro