This post could also be titled, "Don't Count Your Blueberries Before They're Harvested."
Our blueberry bushes were loaded with blossoms this year. Then the blossoms all turned into tiny green berries. The green berries grew and started to turn a dark blue as blueberries are wont to do.
We picked berries a couple of times getting a total of maybe two quarts. But the berries seemed to be ripening slowly, we could never find as big a quantity of them as we were expecting, so we gave up checking them every day. When one of us did go out to pick, we were dismayed to find so few berries ripe and ready.
Then this morning, Papa Pea was up and at his deck earlier than usual, just after dawn, in his second story office which overlooks all of our garden area. What was all that movement in the blueberry patch? Eventually he identified several crows hopping in and around the bushes. Hunh. Wait. Could those crows have been making early morning raids and stealing our berries?
After I was up and functioning, we went out to check the situation. With a sinking feeling, our suspicions were confirmed. Those $^!&* crows have literally cleaned off the bushes of every last berry except a few (very few) tiny green ones.
Yep. We've lost our entire what-should-have-been bountiful blueberry crop to the crows. We have never had trouble with birds bothering our blueberries. Nope. Never. Not once.
Until this year.
We have netting with which we could have covered the bushes and saved our crop.
We (obviously) weren't diligent enough or quick enough (or smart enough) to figure out the situation before it was too late.
Now there will be no blueberry jam this year. No blueberry juice. No blueberries in yogurt. No blueberry smoothies. No blueberry syrup for pancakes. No blueberry pies. Oh, stop! I can't stand it!
It's not the end of the world. We won't suffer or go hungry this winter because of the lack of blueberries put by.
I do confess to having a strong urge to go out and kill every crow with a blue-stained bill I can find.
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