On an innocent trip to the raspberry bed, I ran across hundreds of red berries.  They were my only goal.  I did not realize it, but this harvest would reveal hidden protein.

I expected it to be a hot day.  So I got out right after breakfast to pick the fruit.

The sounds in the air captured my attention.  Birds sang to me while I picked.  The rooster crowed, while the hens clucked about their lastest accomplishments in the nest.  I enjoyed listening to the outdoor music.

Kitty soon joined me as he rubbed up against my ankles.  Birds scolded, “Scat, scat!” to turn the cat away from their neighborhood.

Occasionally a cool breeze refreshed me.  At other times the hot sun warmed my neck and back as I bent down to gather the berries.   Perspiration began to collect on my forehead.

At long last, with the pail filled with tangy-sweet raspberries, I went into the kitchen to process them.

Now, berries are a carbohydrate, but protein lurked in my pail.

(To be continued.)
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