The bright white birdnetting over the little fig tree was rocking it out as if Aretha Franklin herself were the soundtrack. There was no way to see what was underneath from there.
2:00 pm, whose health matters, the lupus patient’s or the critter’s?
Yeah you know what I did. Grabbed the hat. Maybe all that smoke in the air will deflect the UV.
It was a mockingbird, caught between the layers of netting–I’d added backup after the scrub jay had done this. How on earth did it get *in* there?!
I opened one side, but of course it wasn’t going to come near me. I went to open the other side and the first fell back down to the ground. The bird snagged a wing exactly where the jay had; I considered the size of its beak and the fervor of its fear while reaching to pull the stuff away from it but that was enough to motivate it to extricate–and it resnagged over to the right, over by the bird spikes (supposedly) protecting a fig.
It was screeching fowl language at the top of its lungs all the while.
Then suddenly all was still and silent as I peered through the reflective white coating–where did it go? How did it get out? When did it get out? The answer was, it didn’t, and suddenly we were in round two.
After several minutes of this it found that one good spot I’d had waiting for it and escaped.
So what I wonder now is, is it dumb enough to try that again? Go eat a cherry tomato, fer cryin’ out loud.
I weighed down the bottom of the netting with flowerpots.
I found myself unable to just sit and knit after that and checked out the bathroom window at the far end of the house (the only one you can see the tree from at that funky angle) again and again to make sure that was that.
So far, as far as I can tell, so good.
All I want is a half dozen palm-size fully ripe Black Jack figs picked first thing in the morning for full flavor, filled with a little Brie and roasted. Or straight off the tree: fig tartare.
If you see any at your Costco let me know.
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“Fowl language”! Perfect! Birds are so amazingly resourceful, aren’t they?
Comment by Pegi 08.21.18 @ 3:03 amI rehab mockingbirds for Lindsay Wildlife hospital and I can tell you they are NOT as pointy or ouchie as jays when handled. They might “bite” but it’s not a particularly strong grip. They love berries (blueberries especially!) and apples but are also avid insect eaters. I haven’t tried figs in the aviary…hmmm…
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