I pick blackberries in the evening now, wading though the tall grass as the sun dips behind the hills casting a pink glow. Tonka goes with me. He's taken a liking to the berries and will pick them carefully off the stickery branches. I'm hoping he is watching for snakes. I can see where the deer have taken bites, too high for rabbits. We only take the ones on the edges, leaving plenty for the bear that moves through here this time of year.
I sure don't want him stopping by the tepee to file a complaint.