http://becomingsara.com/2009/06/the-birds-the-berries/ Be yourself; everyone else is taken. (Oscar Wilde) Mon, 16 Jan 2012 02:40:15 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.1 http://becomingsara.com/2009/06/the-birds-the-berries/comment-page-1/#comment-651 chicken coop Sat, 09 Jan 2010 12:14:31 +0000 http://becomingsara.com/?p=244#comment-651 very helpful post, cheers! very helpful post, cheers!

]]> http://becomingsara.com/2009/06/the-birds-the-berries/comment-page-1/#comment-650 chicken coop Sat, 09 Jan 2010 09:33:33 +0000 http://becomingsara.com/?p=244#comment-650 What a hot topic to choose, good reading. What a hot topic to choose, good reading.

]]> http://becomingsara.com/2009/06/the-birds-the-berries/comment-page-1/#comment-69 JoAnn Sat, 11 Jul 2009 13:51:55 +0000 http://becomingsara.com/?p=244#comment-69 I found this so interesting. I'm currently trying to keep crows out of our young cherry trees (covered them with tulle netting); and rabbits out of the strawberry patch & the blueberries, if you have anymore tips! I found this so interesting. I’m currently trying to keep crows out of our young cherry trees (covered them with tulle netting); and rabbits out of the strawberry patch & the blueberries, if you have anymore tips!

]]> http://becomingsara.com/2009/06/the-birds-the-berries/comment-page-1/#comment-51 Brad Fri, 26 Jun 2009 05:02:06 +0000 http://becomingsara.com/?p=244#comment-51 My goodness that picture evokes Virginia in the summer. I hadn't realized what a difference little things like place-specific plants and quality of light can have. Made me feel as if I were back at Windy Hill in Greene Co. Your great-grandmothers' tips are fascinating. My maternal grandmother had a big mulberry tree near the chicken house - now I know why! Sometimes the fallen berries would sort of ferment and the bumblebees that fed on them would get drunk. I am told that my uncle Joe tried to make mulberry wine and succeeded in blowing up several bottles. Happily, he did not choose vintner as a possible profession. My goodness that picture evokes Virginia in the summer. I hadn’t realized what a difference little things like place-specific plants and quality of light can have. Made me feel as if I were back at Windy Hill in Greene Co. Your great-grandmothers’ tips are fascinating. My maternal grandmother had a big mulberry tree near the chicken house – now I know why! Sometimes the fallen berries would sort of ferment and the bumblebees that fed on them would get drunk. I am told that my uncle Joe tried to make mulberry wine and succeeded in blowing up several bottles. Happily, he did not choose vintner as a possible profession.

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