In the midst of the slow picking, there was one unexpected surprise.
I don't know if there was a mama nearby watching over this nest. I certainly hope so!
After our disappointing start, we decided to switch gears and headed to the blackberry patch. I've never picked blackberries before, and it's a very different experience. There are lots of tiny thorns, and the best, ripest berries are often in the center of the bush or hanging low to the ground.
I also learned that the berries that look ripe aren't necessarily so. I ended up with berries that were close, but should have stayed on the plant a few more days. These look ripe, don't they?
Don't be fooled! They were sour enough to make my face pucker. Nothing a good cobbler can't fix, though. This was our reward after dinner last night.
Mmm, so good. Though I'd planned on a blueberry pie, this blackberry cobbler was a nice change of pace. May all your berry picking adventures have a sweet ending, too!