I got up semi-early Sunday, went out for a little yard work and noticed that 5 bright red ripe raspberries were waiting for me. I gave ’em a little squeeze and decided to give them another 24hours before moving them from cane/stalk to my cereal bowl. I thought about them as I cleaned the garage and finished up a few little projects during the afternoon. My mom called and we were talking yard/garden stuff and while I was in the middle of telling her all about the raspberries, I looked out our bedroom window at them and a fvcking bird swooped in and started pecking away. Holy swamp-crotch!! I dropped the phone and ran out of the back door barefoot to save Monday’s breakfast. I was too late – only one of the ripe ones survived the avian assault. I MAY have eaten it greedily while hunched over glaring about with murderous intent for any feathered “friend” who happened to have flown by… It looks like I will be off to the Garden Center in the morning for netting. At least it was only a few berries and not a whole crop.
My strawberries, blueberries, and blackberries are all comming along and it will be July before most of them are ready, so I have some time to set up my anti-bird blockade.
what is the second pic of, black berries? I just got some thornless ones from the WS nursery and am going to try to put them in a pot on the patio.
Also thorn-less blackberries. I got them at the Depot on Delridge and my wife has made endless fun of me for planting a “weed” we will see who laughs when I start making blackberry crumble and not sharing.
Sounds yummy.
Matt,
Why did you plant berries? They grow on every fence in every ally in town. we just ripped out a blue berry because it got huge and we couldn’t eat or freeze the berrys fast enough. they dropped and stained the deck. The Rhodies are gorgeous though. How is the shoulder?
Shoulder is good – still needs a little work. I planted berries because I want my own in my own yard. I don’t want to wonder if somebody’s dog just lifted his leg on the ripe berries or not. I guess it is a nesting thing. I had planned on ripping the Rhodies out, but Laurel made me wait – good call.