Yesterday I went out walking twice, first to the swamp and forests at Tremanskärr, and then with children to lake Myllyjärvi in Espoo. We had a picnic by the lake, eating also blueberries and lingonberries from the forest. A pair of waterbirds approached, begging for food. We picked some blueberries from the forest and the birds dived after them when we throw them to the lake one by one.
(Posting title is from the poem The Hill by Joshua Mehigan.)