Memories, Mulberries, and More — 26 Comments

  1. Fun post…great photo o’ Mr. Godfrey – ye can just see the glint in his eye and the edge o’ that grin when he’s ready to launch into one o’ those great stories from a grand life! We’ve seen/heard those Canaries on many occasions (and the wee warblers on a few)…I think we’ll call ’em “Swamp Canaries” too – the “official” name is worse than Latin verbs – though the origin explains a lot “This bird was named after officials in the Roman Catholic Church known as the protonotarii, who wore golden robes. It was once known as the Golden Swamp Warbler”

    • The trees are native to La. Do you also have them in TX? I ate some off the tree, but other than that, I think I would leave them for the birds and now try to make jam or anything. Wait! Maybe a mulberry cordial?

  2. here we hunt down mulberry trees and kill them before the robins get the fruit. Nasty trees. Get some purple flowered sheet if you hang laundry, girl.

    • Well, there’s the Blufloyd I remember. Guess you know now that I don’t hang laundry. I have way too many trees and too many birds to use a clothes line down here. However, I do want to go on record as saying I HAVE had one in years past . . . . great for sun bleaching cloth diapers.

    • Yes, well, I think you and I must have been bird nerds in another life! No, wait, we’re bird nerds in THIS LIFE!!!! I’d love to meet Frank one day. He must be a plain talker, lol!!

  3. What a great collection of memories. Those danged mulberries don’t get any respect from me, though. They’re nothing but trouble to me. The birds who enjoy them so like to sit in the rigging of the boats I work on, and believe me – it’s extraordinarily difficult to get mulberry stains out of fiberglass.

    The warbler’s beautiful. I did have the pleasure today of eating lunch outside a church parish hall in a small town, and there were cardinals, wrens, and chickadees galore. They’re common to most folks, but a real treat for someone like me who mostly gets to see water birds.

    As for talking to birds? Of course! I speak fluent mallard, and passable cardinal. When all else fails, I use English. Why wouldn’t you talk to the birds – or the chickens, or trees, or clouds, for that matter. They make more sense than quite a few of the people I know!

    I hope your Easter Day was a happy one. We have a gorgeous week coming up, and I hope you do, too.

    • I knew you would be a member of the “Dr. Doolittle family”, Linda! The more time we spend out with these creatures, they become our companions and friends. I love the call of the chickadees, don’t you? This past weekend was GORGEOUS. I went out in my small skiff both days all by myself! Amazing that no one called for a tour!

  4. I love the mulberry taste but, yes, the birds do love to use them to dye everything. Especially our vehicles which are parked beneath the pecan trees! Mom did have a fruitless mulberry tree but, the drought killed it. Her chickens used to roost in it during the hottest part of the day.

    Mom also had a bunch of different colored birds there during the fall migration. She said they were every color she could imagine and very small. She keeps feeders out for them and throws the pecan hulls out also w/pieces of pecans still in them. She was on the porch last week picking out some pecans she had stored and said a little bird flew right down to her and landed on the edge of the bowl she was putting the pecan meat into. She told it to go to the yard where the shells were because it wasn’t getting the ones she had worked to pick out!:)

  5. Well, I don’t have a problem with Mulberry droppings. In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever seen one. When I first saw the berries, I thought they were Dewberries. BTW, I like it when you bring up some of your older post and update us on them.
    Hope y’all had a nice Easter celebration.

    • They do look a little like dewberries, but on closer inspection, they are longer and more slender. Speaking of . . . I will hopefully be picking dewberries this week in my same old patch. They are late this year. By the end of March last year I had already picked a couple batches and written a post. What can I write about dewberries this year? Hmmm, let me think! Since you still use a clothes line, it’s a good thing your neighbors don’t have mulberry trees! I can still hear my mamma fussing about those birds messing on her clean sheets . . .

  6. blu also uses the mulberry trees at sisters farm for excellent blackbird popping with pellet guns. very soon I hope.

  7. What fun!

    Mr. Godfrey sounds like someone I’d enjoy knowing. As I’ve aged, I’ve developed a greater appreciate pf the older generation and their stories of their lives.

    Yes, m’am, I know about mulberries. They grow all over downtown Charleston. You don’t see them in the ‘burbs much, though. Folks consider them a nuisance. Purply splats all over their drives and cars, not to mention the increased amount of bird poop!

    I got an email from a guy at work informing me that it won’t be long before the mulberries are ripe. Both of us will nip out during our lunch breaks and indulge, returning to work with stained fingers and lips.

    Funny story: Some years back, I was standing on a picnic table outside the building behind my office, picking and eating mulberries. A couple of coworkers strolled by and asked, “What in the world are you doing?” I replied, “Eating mulberries.” “Without washing them first? Birds pee on them.”

    Pee? Birds don’t pee. Well, not in the way we do, anyway. I give ’em a quick once over to make sure they don’t have poop on them. Or an errant ant.

    Poor city girls. Never knowing the joy of foraging and eating things where they grow! LOL

    I don’t see anything unusual in talking to birds. I talk to anything and everything, even inanimate objects. I talk to myself so much, I sometimes think, that if I don’t watch it, I’ll do it in front of the wrong person and wind up in a padded room with one of those funny white coats with the really long sleeves and all the buckles!

    That swamp warbler is just beautiful. Such a blaze of yellow! It’s too bad the little northern perulas won’t sit still long enough for a photo shoot. They’re a lovely little bird, as well.

    • Your comments are like a blog post all their own, Gue`, and very much enjoyed and appreciated. So, be sure and let us know when you’ve sneaked out for a snack off the mulberry tree!!! And I’m glad you don’t think I’m crazy for talking to the birds! Life is just much more fun that way, don’t you think? I mean, if dogs, cats, horses, etc can understand us, why not birds? Yep. poor city girls!

  8. Mr. Godfrey and my dad were good friends. I initially didn’t recognize him without his silver hard had that he wears out in the garden!!

    • Hi P.J. Mr. Godfrey is sharp as a tack, and I figured you knew him! Is it true that your dad had crawfish ponds? Are they still harvesting crawfish from them? If so, who does that and how can I buy some? I recently heard that he used to have ponds but I never knew that before. Great hearing from you!

      • Hey Wendy….sorry I just got around to reading your reply. Yes, my Dad did have crawfish ponds for many years and lots of people thought he had the best crawfish around!! (Of course I did—but I am a little biased!) Sadly, the ponds are no longer operating. As my Dad aged, it just became too much work for him. For awhile he tried hiring local boys to help, but it was difficult to find dependable help. For awhile he continued to fish just for personal catch, but after one of the hurricanes that flooded the ponds with salt water he decided it wasn’t worth the work to get the ponds replanted and restocked. The ponds still sit there….dry as a bone for the most part. We now allow the cattle to graze there. Sometime in the future my nephew may choose to try to get them up and running again, but that remains to be seen. As far as where to get them locally–I don’t know if anyone from the bayou fishes them anymore. As you know so well, the salt water has ruined many beautiful things down there.

    • I am stopping by there today to drop off some DVDs and to get my mulberry tree she gave me!!! I don’t think she has more than one, though, sadly! Thanks for following the blog, and I’m so glad you enjoy the posts. I saw your FB page, too, and you look very familiar. I’m sure we’ve met somewhere along the way . . . . but come back here any time, Brunella!

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