Day 336 of Wonder

Ripe for the picking. Delicious looking berries hanging for any bird or beast of the field to take. As a beast of the field, I'm a little tentative with the unknown. If my species held a pre-knowledge of what is poisonous and what is not, I have no memory of it. Forgotten in the flush of new knowledge and the capacity to think for myself. And to make wonderful mistakes by myself. Or not so wonderful mistakes. Still, they do look delicious!