Don’t fence me in

There is no fence around my organic garden. That’s all right. I don’t have a problem sharing. But sharing doesn’t seem to be a concept for the wildlife that resides nearby. They know what they like and when it’s at peak flavor. I have numerous green tomatoes on my five tomato plants, but once they start to ripen, it becomes a race to see who gets there first. Invariably, if I wait for a tomato to turn red it seems there is always a big bite out of the other side—leaving me half a tomato. Hey, 50/50 split--maybe they do know how to share. After all, if I ever got there first I'd take the whole tomato. Let's hear it for the critters--I think they've been getting a bad rap.