Right before my very eyes. The other morning I had deposited Sophie in the carpool across the street from our house and was standing chatting to one of the other moms, when the recycling truck pulled up in front of our house. The driver emptied our bin, plucked a ripe fig off our tree, and popped it in his mouth!
I was waving my hands and gesturing wildly "My tree!! My figs!!!" but he was unimpressed. This is our Black Mission (one of our favorite figs), and there are not many ripe on this tree to begin with. Boo hoo!
At least they cannot get the Brown Turkeys, which are inside our fenced front yard. This tree has more fruit, and we've already eaten some.
We're having one of those late October heat waves: bad because of the fire risk (we sit on the edge of a wooded regional park) but good for the ripening figs!