Honestly, the trees on this property. First there were the stunning chestnut trees, a century old, that some “tree expert” butchered, so that they rotted from the center and almost out to the bark, all three of them. They had to be removed. Then it was the yews, as old as the house and nearly as high. Their fate was sealed the day they were planted right next to the stone walls. Honestly, I’d have rebuilt the walls around them but the previous owners sold the adjacent land. The new neighbors complained about sticky drippage on their stuff. Move the stuff? Sell me those corners of their basically ratty-looking gardens? No no, heritage be damned, the trees had to go. The law is on their side. Five gorgeous trees, gone. It still hurts.
Now I am dealing with a flock of little brown birds that have adopted my cherry tree as their new home. They are like flying sharks, tasting here, tasting there, mostly leaving debris in their wake. In previous years the cherries ripened sooner. The birds flocked in but there were ripe cherries enough for all, so we coexisted. This year has been cold. The cherries are not ripe. We don’t touch them. The birds do and you can see what they think.
I tried that green netting stuff. The birds liked it pretty well. They took to hanging out beneath it. Then this morning one got stuck in the netting. I think he broke a wing. I went to to disentangle him, feeling guilty as can be. I want them gone but not through dying slow, painful deaths. I did manage to cut the netting away but he can’t really fly. Jacques had a wonderful time chasing a little brown thing along the ground. I can tell right now that Jacques won’t make much of a mouser. When the little guy would stop, Jacques would stop right over him and sniff — didn’t try to pick him up and blessedly didn’t try to break his neck. Eventually, of all things, the bird found a hole in the ground and escaped.
Now I don’t know what to do. Trees going, cherries going, I just attacked the birds, my dog just attacked the birds, it’s bad. I can’t find this guy and take him to the vet. Out here they laugh at you for that sort of thing. So, I don’t know. I guess I’ll just take down the netting and leave propitiatory offerings of, why not, fallen cherries. Maybe the guy will pull through on his own. If Jacques doesn’t get him.