Eye Spy

Another beautiful morning and an early cycle as the mist was rising. As I passed by the gate to this field three calves were watching me.

Daughter spied the blackbirds attacking the blueberries. One of them had managed to get under the net and was feasting on the ripe berries. So, I had to pick them. As we have so many I was wondering what I could to do with them and found a recipe for pickled blueberries. Apparently very good with cheese and cold meats. They are very tasty but the house stinks!