The plastic tag said Black Pearl.
But instead of sweet, little cherry tomatoes like these (a volunteer):
These are the worst type of tomatoes -- too big for popping in my mouth and too small for slicing or canning.
But the plant is prolific.
And, so every day, I pick up dozens of tomatoes,
and offer them to the chickens.
Who are hoping for corn cobs, apple peels and melon rinds.
Most are still eating the tomatoes. But a few are glaring at me.
And I am glaring at the tomato plant that is producing tomatoes that I don't like.
So I do the unthinkable.
I pull up a tomato plant that is in its prime, and offer it to the ram.
I'm sure that sin ranks right up there with killing a mockingbird.