From the Catbird’s Seat in Blueberry Summer
May 30th 2008

Matt Tillett found his Blueberry Summer Catbird in Maryland’s Patuxent NWR. –Creative Commons Attribution, No Derivatives, 2.0 Generic.
This year our side yard to the west of Ronalin is even more of a jungle than usual, despite my sporadic efforts to blaze a path through the wilderness all the way to the back yard. During the summer this tangle serves as the nursery for our resident songbirds. Cardinals, towhees, mockingbirds, thrashers, catbirds, wrens, and house finches, Blue Jays and more have used the thick vines, shrubs and hollies to raise young over the years. Yesterday I walked out of the door about six in the afternoon and felt just a touch of cool breeze in the air. I grabbed a pruning saw and some shears and headed for the western yard.
Although that breeze had whispered Spring to me, I found Blueberry Summer waiting. Our twenty-year-old Rabbit-eye Blueberries were heavy with fruit, hanging like dusky thrush eggs. I know it’s sacrilege in the eyes of many purists to call these highly tinkered-with creations native plants, but they are some of my favorites. They want no coddling, and thrive on the harsh conditions of my western yard wilderness. And the birds seem to agree with me.
I grabbed a forgotten pot from the underbrush and lined the bottom with green briar to keep the berries falling through the drain hole. The bushes didn’t get pruned last year, and many of the berries waved twelve feet high above me. No problem, the Catbird took everything above eight feet. We both ate our bate and I carried home a good show for Lin.










