When Hop was visiting, we went to a farm in Lansing to pick blueberries.
Finn learned quickly they were good to eat right off the bush...
...and out of the bucket. Hey kids! No eating blueberries out of the bucket.
Look, Mom. I picked this one myself. Can I eat it?
Several were within Crusoe's reach as well.
River slept for most of the outing, and Crusoe joined him for a nap under a blueberry bush.
We picked 4 gallons total!
(Hop picked 2 gallons, and Malcolm, William, Finn, Crusoe, and I probably picked about 3 gallons in all, but ate one of those gallons in the process.)
Crusoe was exhausted after all that berry-eating.
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