It's like something out of Hitchcock's "The Birds." We've been invaded by blue jays. We've never seen so many blue jays. They are swarming the area in huge flocks, I tell ya, flocks. Even when we were hiking yesterday (about 11-12 miles from here) we saw scads of them.
Not to say I have anything against blue jays per se. You have to admire their joie de vivre and colorful visage. However, as a preamble to this sad tale I'm about to relate (cue in lilting, bucolic music), . . .
For the first time our little homestead seems to be blessed with what looks to be a wonderful apple crop.
Not only are the apples healthy and good-sized . . .
. . . but it looks as if we might stand a chance of actually getting some to mature this year. (None of the above three pictures were enhanced. That's just the way they came out of the camera. Gorgeous, huh?)
(Now cue music from "Jaws.") But this is what the blue jays are doing to the apples.
After trying several other methods of keeping those golldarn birds away from the apples, yesterday we resorted to this.
Ask me how easy it was to get the netting up and over this tree. We don't have enough netting to cover all the trees completely (see pathetically protected tree in background) but we did what we could to (hopefully) safeguard the trees with the most apples on them.
By the bye, what's hubby doing wandering among the trees this morning with a shovel in hand? Why, he's on Poop Patrol, of course. Yessir, it's a glamorous life living on the homestead. If you're not straining your garters trying to install netting over fruit trees while being dive bombed by raucous blue jays, you're shoveling . . . uh, um, excrement from one animal or another.
But rest assured, we wouldn't trade it for anything.