Great Northern News' Avian Travel Writer
Hello to you on this fine summer’s day in the Lakes Area. I awoke bright and early, as is my usual habit, to do my daily crowing. Well, okay, it was four in the morning, so it wasn’t quite bright. I know how well the neighbors love their faithful local alarm clock (that’s me) by the many cheers they send out their windows. Or, perhaps they’re jeers. But no matter, you know what they say, the early bird gets the worm.
In this case, the early bird gets the blueberry. I decided to check out our local peck-your-own berry farm. I was surprised to hear that humans, too, enjoy peck-your-own farms. I really thought that was a bird thing, since the humans don’t have beaks.
My goal was to get my girlfriend, the Little Red Hen, enough blueberries to bake a pie. Lord knows no one else will help her make one. I heard Farmer Dave was the man to see for fresh organic blueberries. I must say, the blueberries were plump, plentiful and very tasty.
Farmer Dave likes to surround his blueberry bushes with netting to keep varmints (like those thieving raccoons) from taking his blueberries without permission. Farmer Dave let me in, though, and I started pecking.
It took me a while to peck enough blueberries, mostly because the robins outside the mesh kept begging for some of the blueberries. I have to say, they were so delicious that it just felt wrong to keep them all to myself! I pecked them off the bushes and tossed them up with my beak. The robins dove and swooped and caught every single one.
The thing about these human peck-your-own farms is that humans don’t realize that chickens can’t carry wallets- no pockets in my feathers. Farmer Dave let me keep the blueberries out of the kindness of his heart, though, and in return I shall regale him with my alarm clock services. For him, I’ll crow extra early.
Little Red loved the berries and baked the perfect pie. She had lots of people offer to help her eat it.
In this case, the early bird gets the blueberry. I decided to check out our local peck-your-own berry farm. I was surprised to hear that humans, too, enjoy peck-your-own farms. I really thought that was a bird thing, since the humans don’t have beaks.
My goal was to get my girlfriend, the Little Red Hen, enough blueberries to bake a pie. Lord knows no one else will help her make one. I heard Farmer Dave was the man to see for fresh organic blueberries. I must say, the blueberries were plump, plentiful and very tasty.
Farmer Dave likes to surround his blueberry bushes with netting to keep varmints (like those thieving raccoons) from taking his blueberries without permission. Farmer Dave let me in, though, and I started pecking.
It took me a while to peck enough blueberries, mostly because the robins outside the mesh kept begging for some of the blueberries. I have to say, they were so delicious that it just felt wrong to keep them all to myself! I pecked them off the bushes and tossed them up with my beak. The robins dove and swooped and caught every single one.
The thing about these human peck-your-own farms is that humans don’t realize that chickens can’t carry wallets- no pockets in my feathers. Farmer Dave let me keep the blueberries out of the kindness of his heart, though, and in return I shall regale him with my alarm clock services. For him, I’ll crow extra early.
Little Red loved the berries and baked the perfect pie. She had lots of people offer to help her eat it.
