"Just wait, 'til the shoots start coming up," one cackled. "They'll be tasty."
"I bet I can eat more of them than you!" bragged another.
"Ha, my cousins from Port Angeles are flying in. They're always up for a good party," remarked a third.
Right now, we've got white, translucent garden fabric stretched out on the freshly cultivated soil. This stuff is nice. It lets air and moisture in while it helps warm the soil. The crows can't seem to see through it. We've got one potato plant peeking up at least.
In a few more weeks the garden fabric will have to come up, so I went down to the hardware store and bought a few hundred feet of white PVC pipe -- the kind you use for sprinkler systems. I've used it to build a quonset hut-like frame over the whole main garden. We'll drape the entire frame with bird netting.
The crows are ticked.
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Pellet guns keep crows from coming back. Funny, when I was a kid my grandmother used to encourage me to shoot blue jays. Two reasons. She had a bunch of birdhouses out her kitchen window where she'd watch her sparrows while cooking and doing dishes, and the blue jays would come and kill the baby sparrows. She also liked to eat blue jays. Go figure. They were quite tasty though. I got to be a great shot, and ended up on the varsity rifle team at Harvard. Go figure.
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