I am losing every battle and losing the war. My yard is overrun with mulberries from my two-story mulberry tree in the center of my yard. The birds show up every morning at 5 am for breakfast. And then, they stay all day. All 200 of them. Why eat worms when mulberries abound?
|My mulberry tree is loaded with ripe and ripening berries.|
|The branches are way out of reach or I'd pick the berries and make jam or pie.|
Mulberry bombs pummel the patio and grass areas.
|I sweep and spray with the hose, but clearly, I am losing a battle. Daily.|
|Maybe I should smash the fruit with bare feet and make it into wine.|
There's a lot of air traffic in my backyard. About once an hour, I hear a distinct, loud "thud." That would be another bird drunk on berries who cannot see that he's flying into my living room window. Fortunately, the window is strong and intact. So far.
|The ominous view from below suggests more mulberry bombs will drop by the minute.|
|St. Francis has been dive bombed a few times ... fortunately he gets a shower every night when the sprinklers go on.|
|Portrait of a berry eating guest.|
|My bird guests make mulberry-colored poo all over the stairs, porch, and patio.|