As I was sitting on my bed this morning, trying to decide if my next pedicure would be Essie’s Madison Ave. or Revlon’s Cherries in the Snow, I looked up and out the window and lo and behold (!) (I’ve always wanted to use that expression), sitting on one of the lower branches of one of our cherry trees was a big, fat crow with a cherry in his beak.
At first I was fascinated by him, then I quickly pulled myself together and realized action was required. I threw open the window, clapped my hands and suddenly the tree came alive with crows. They were hidden among the leaves, scores of them. The one I saw originally took his time to leisurely fly off, holding tight to the cherry.
|Essie’s “Madison Ave.” from the spring 2013 collection.|
|Revlon’s “Cherries In the Snow” — more than 60-years-old.|
Right then I decided to go for Essie’s new orange-y color. (Cherries In the Snow is on my toes now.)
When I went out to investigate I found two cherries. The other cherry trees have a few, but mostly pits hanging from stems. I’d like to know how the birds do that. It must be an extremely delicate operation.
|If we’re really, really lucky maybe we’ll have two cherries on each tree.|
One year we put nets over all the fruit trees, but when I found a sweet little blue and yellow bird trapped inside I decided never again. I know people who hang CD’s from the branches claiming that the moving mirror-like reflections frighten the birds. Others disagree. A friend told me about a man who puts an old portable radio in a tree tuned into a rock station. He claims it’s the only solution.
My only solution will probably be cherries from the market this afternoon. At least the blossoms are spectacular for a couple of weeks.