Re: the Earwig posts, a retraction:
It is true that when the blueberries started to ripen, I resented seeing them being carted away as soon as they were able to walk, so to speak. And more, that every time I picked one that seemed to have escaped notice, it had puckered unappetizingly around a beak puncture.
However, no nets. I would happily give up all the blueberries rather than risk trapping birds. My fears, unfortunately, are not neurotic, but confirmed by a friend’s sad tale. Luckily, I don’t have to make that sacrifice. I was only witnessing the overture to ripening when I had the earwig/blueberry tantrum. Three days ago, I picked a bit more than a pint. Yesterday, I picked almost a quart. Yesterday, I got more than a quart. I am willing to share. I feel like Snow White and her little friends.