Our apricot tree has just ripened and I spent half an hour yesterday picking them. My dad was in the tree, picking what he could reach and knocking off the others with a stick. The time spent was notable for my fathers unerring talent for knocking apricots off the tree in a direct line with my head. He got a direct hit right between my eyes. Ouch.
The apricots if you were wondering, tasted absolutely gorgeous.