something else got there first!
That was Saturday. This morning, seeing three berries close to ripening, but not close enough, I sat on the walkway all day, watching, keeping my berries safe from the ravening hordes of predators. Finally this evening, my devotion was rewarded with the first edible berries of the year.
Let's just say they were a bit piquant. But they're MINE.
Or they were mine. Before I ate them.
The work in the yard finished up today. It was sunny this time. Armed with two large beef bones, I lured the dogs to the back yard where all barking instantly stopped, to be replaced with scraping, slurping and gnawing sounds. That left the parrots. I cut a fresh branch and wedged it into their cage where they proceeded to make toothpicks. (Note: no photo of the bottom of the cage where the bits of branch fell,it's not pretty.) Unlike dogs, however, parrots manage to eat, chew, and scream all at the same time. Rip, tear, garrgghle.