Nurturing plants up the Lottie. So much to do. I must net the strawberries soon.
My early strawberries start to ripen. One for me, one to the rot, two to the birds.
I net my first row. The others are still green. I will net them tomorrow.
I start to net. What’s this? Something is eating the strawberries – the green strawberries.
Cursing the blackbird as I net, I hear a shy chirruping from the hedge. I look up. A blackbird delicately tends to its young brood, oblivious to my gaze.
The Green Strawberry Thief. All is forgiven. For now.