we had a blackberry bush in our garden, which we tended and watered and fertilized, and the moment the berries began to ripen the birds ate every single berry. in one day.
and yet, there are these wild blackberries, growing along the front of an old shed in the yard of an abandoned home in our neighborhood, and the vines seem to thrive.
i cannot explain such garden inequities, but i can appreciate the difference and stop for a handful of fresh berries as i walk by. some to eat and some as topping for a heaping bowl of oatmeal.