Watch how the native berry picker hunts the noble blåbär, eyes quietly scanning the forest floor for blueberry plants. She stops, stands still, and then realizes the entire forest floor is covered in blueberry plants as far as the eye can see.
The delicate blåbär hides, slightly protected under it’s own leaves, hidden from clumsy eyes of bicyclists riding by too fast to notice.
The hunters instantly spring their traps, using their red blueberry pickers to comb the undersides of the leaves, harvesting the shy blåbär, while leaving it’s mother plant intact for the next season’s crop. It is backbreaking work for the hunters since the blueberry plants rise only to a modest 30cm above the ground. The picking becomes addictive. There are so many plants, with so many berries, the hunters are in a frenzy. Though tired, they don’t want to stop picking. They nearly pick more than they can eat or carry.
Tired and satisfied with their bounty, shoes and socks stained with the blood of the blåbär, the hunters begin their retreat.
Until one hunter eyes a sparkling ruby poking through verdant green underbrush, and the frenzy starts all over again.
Lingonberry season has begun.
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