I’m starting to think it might not have been the birds that ate our strawberries.
Perhaps you have heard of our family pet, Schnauzer Cheap.
We’ll call him SC.
SC loves to eat. The highlights of his day are breakfast and dinner. He also loves fruits and vegetables. He happily munches anything we drop on the floor: an occasional almond, a piece of carrot, bell pepper, a bit of apple, onion, cucumber, corn … loves it.
In fact, he gets almost as excited when he smells that we are peeling a carrot as when we are preparing meat. Sometimes we give him carrots for training treats, and he will eagerly perform his repertoire for a bite of veggie.
So, the other night, I was knitting on the couch downstairs. SC came thundering down the stairs. He stopped in front of me and looked at me proudly.
With a mouthful of green beans, freshly plucked out of our garden, dangling from the sides of his muzzle.
It was pretty funny. SC and I can communicate without words, and I’m pretty sure he was saying, “Look, ma — I’m doing my part to eat local! 100-foot diet and all!”
But of course, I was thinking, “My haricots verts! I didn’t even eat any yet!”
So, I took SC up and scolded him, took his beans away, and first thing in the morning we redecorated the garden to keep him out.
Also at that time, Mr. Cheap confessed that he caught SC earlier this year, with part of a pea vine dangling from his furry black lips. Thus, the lack of pea harvest just might be explained. Yeah, right: The “birds” ate the baby pea plants. The birds that SC obsessively chases out of our yard. Inspector Poirot, I’m not.
Some people have elk, we have an omnivorous schnauzer.