how to not maximize blueberry picking yeilds

We took Theo to a blueberry farm to pick blueberries on Sunday. He is already an accomplished picker having practiced on our bushes at home. He knows to only pick the blue ones and leave the green and purple ones for later. He knows that the blueberries on the ground are for birds, not for Theo. And he knows that it is way more fun eat them right off the bush than to put them in a bowl for later.

We arrived at the farm and got a large plastic bucket (10 gallons maybe) and three smaller aluminum buckets (1 gallon). Un-stated goal was to fill up the large bucket I suppose. We walked about a quarter mile to the bushes that were ready to be picked. We chose a row and started picking. All of the excitement apparently stimulated Theo's colon and of course the fresh diapers were a quarter mile away in the car. So after filling two of our small buckets half-way, we realized we were done. We took our harvest back, returned our empty 10 gallon bucket with humility, paid, and changed Theo's diaper on the gound next to the car. We ended up with about 3 pounds of good, fresh blueberries. Lesson learned for next year.

On the drive home we went past a small air-strip where a skydiving operation was in full effect. Theo liked watching the parachutes come in for a landing and would impatiently tell us "more" whenever there was a lull in the action.

The walk out:
Working the fields:

The diaper change: