The next summer (last year), I tried to solve the problem by draping netting over the plants. It worked to an extent, but what a pain it turned into. The netting sticks to the plants, gets twisted up in itself, isn’t really re-usable because it doesn’t just fold up nicely for the next year, and it rips when you try to unstick it from itself or the tops of prickly raspberry bushes . . . ugh.
But I’m married to a teacher with his summers off. This spring I asked him if he could build me a raspberry house—actually, two houses, since I have two raspberry patches. We bought some metal posts and a small warehouse’s supply of chicken wire, and together we built our raspberry houses. There was a wee bit of swearing, and chicken wire is not kind to human hands, even protected with gloves, but this year, the birds did NOT eat my berries:
Best of all, I got quite a lot of raspberries this year. And yes, they really do taste better than the ones in the store.
What remains to be seen is how our wire houses fare during a long Minnesota winter. I have a feeling we may have some more swearing ahead of us out there next spring. Stay tuned. I’ll let you know next May or so.