Blackberrys

While Knickers was sleeping after night shift yesterday I took Noodle and the hounds up to Brown Hill Creek for a walk. Well the hounds and I walked, the Noodle was more in a whimsical 'carry me or I'll throw a screaming hissy fit' sort of mood.
Among the pines and olives, feral cats and rabbits that threaten to overrun the native bush, are some blackberry patches. I managed to pry the Noodle from my shoulders and pick a few ripe ones for us. Mostly for him...his repeated demands for 'more' would drive Mr Bumble to drink rather than song.

It did settle him down and he walked from that point, stopping here and there to sample various other organic items for edibility.