Of Blueberries and Birds

We recently spent part of a morning picking blueberries at a nearby farm. Of course all of the berries ended up in the bucket…well most of them… as blue lips and tongues could attest. Along the margins of the field, periodic blasts of firecrackers and rockets echoed from the trees, sending fruit-eating cedar waxwings scurryingContinue reading “Of Blueberries and Birds”