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