I used to grow pears, peaches, two types of apples, peaches and apricots. The little bastards would pick a piece of fruit one or two days before the fruit reached tree-ripened perfection, take one bite and leave the rotting fruit carcass behind on a fence post. They would strip entire trees before you could say “Rocky and Bullwinkle.”
I solved the problem — I got rid of nearly 100 of the varmints over one spring and summer.
Same for us, six pear trees and the squirrels taste tested each pear, one bite, then dropped them on the ground. We solved that problem only to lose the next year’s crop to a bunch of Mexicans or so we assume. My husband was out working in the garden when he saw and heard a group of them pointing at our trees, talking about them. Next morning they were stripped even though we have a No Trespassing sign on the fence around the yard.