Don't they know bears like to eat their breakfast at the crack of dawn?
This is Isabel's husband and he's not sure he wants me on his shoulder for the rest of his meal.
Isabel told me those were very special blueberries (huckleberries, actually).
Bill picked them along the Blue Ridge Parkway in 2004!
They've been in the freezer since then.
I'm very shrewd...I pretend to read his newspaper behind his shoulder,
but, in reality, I'm waiting for the suitable moment...
As soon as he gets deeply absorbed in reading a special article,
I'll jump like a hawk on his muffin!