My Sour Cherry THICKET (yes, I have a thicket—I made one on purpose. You see we need to keep the sides of the canal from eroding—lots of trees create lovely roots that hold the bank together.) is starting to produce.
I must pick a little every day, since that is how they ripen.
I try to pick first thing in the morning. Then those, which ripen during the day the birds may eat. I have to be fast…very fast! The Robins and Red-winged black birds and all the hordes of little brown birds, the Starlings and doves sit in the the pear and apple trees screeching at me telling to me to SCRAM!!!
I talk to them as I pick…’settle down. I won’t be here long. Just long enough to get some for us—it’s polite to share, you know…’
They share, but grudgingly, very grudgingly. The second I pick up my two buckets and head to the house the call goes out—SHE IS LEAVING! Hurry, we have to get as much as our tummies can hold! The tree limbs shake and shiver as the masses descend.
I won’t get tons and tons of cherries, because I do have tons and tons of birds. But what I do get will be just enough for Terry and I, and to serve for special meals come winter.