PURPLE BIRDSHIT SPLATTERS
One knows it’s near time when one begins to see the tell-tale signs, the purple birdshit splatters on the road and sidewalks. One way or another, the birds always alert us.
Off in the distance, as I stretch way into the brier patch to pull lose another juicy-looking, dark blackberry, and let it fall into my open palm, I hear a rat-tat-tat-tat of a red-headed woodpecker. I smile; “at least he’s not trying to drill his holes in the insulators on the post any longer ….. made quite a racket!”
I think to myself, “It’s the blue-jays that are the big mouthed ones though. They alert the parents in the flocks of swallows to keep their little ones in the nest as there’s a cat lurking around, trying unsuccessfully to creep stelthily.”
I’ll be picking the blackberry seeds from under my bridge for days, but they’re worth it, especially because they justify my buying ice cream, for a late night snack, . . . a treat I only allow myself a couple times a year, indeed rare occasions. That time may come sooner than I’d planned. To freeze these, … I’d need more freezer space than I have, where I could lay them out on a cookie sheet or on a sheet of wax paper.
I really should learn to make blackberry jam.