More Strawberries
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The other day, our gardener reported on what she described as "a sordid scene". A large strawberry, half-eaten by a bird. Next to it, a large pile of feathers.
When a cat lived here, it would often lurk in the center of the strawberry patch, that being a good hunting spot. The birds (well, the survivors) eventually figured this out, and started being more cautious, triangulating the yard from several nearby trees before diving in to retrieve fruit. They kept up this behavior for years after the cat left. But not forever. We'll see how soon the current generation learns...
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juldea is going to be over soon to pick some strawberries.
In anticipation of having someone else to help, I decided to brave the bottom row of the garden this morning. And it did require bravery. I've spoken before of the various subtle shades of red that strawberries may have. There are many other shades, which are neither subtle nor red. Brown, black, or (shudder) fuzzy gray. While they differ in some ways, the eventual message of all of them is the same: "Yeccchhh!"
The 'harvest' bucket barely had its bottom covered, while the cull bucket was full to overflowing -- even *after* smooshing it down several times. Ah well, we'll get more good ones in the next run.
Sometimes, after a harvest run, my hands look like they are covered in blood. Well, not really the same shade, but I bet a lot of people don't really know what bloody hands look like, and might be fooled.
The other day, our gardener reported on what she described as "a sordid scene". A large strawberry, half-eaten by a bird. Next to it, a large pile of feathers.
When a cat lived here, it would often lurk in the center of the strawberry patch, that being a good hunting spot. The birds (well, the survivors) eventually figured this out, and started being more cautious, triangulating the yard from several nearby trees before diving in to retrieve fruit. They kept up this behavior for years after the cat left. But not forever. We'll see how soon the current generation learns...
juldea is going to be over soon to pick some strawberries. In anticipation of having someone else to help, I decided to brave the bottom row of the garden this morning. And it did require bravery. I've spoken before of the various subtle shades of red that strawberries may have. There are many other shades, which are neither subtle nor red. Brown, black, or (shudder) fuzzy gray. While they differ in some ways, the eventual message of all of them is the same: "Yeccchhh!"
The 'harvest' bucket barely had its bottom covered, while the cull bucket was full to overflowing -- even *after* smooshing it down several times. Ah well, we'll get more good ones in the next run.
Sometimes, after a harvest run, my hands look like they are covered in blood. Well, not really the same shade, but I bet a lot of people don't really know what bloody hands look like, and might be fooled.
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