Some years ago, I offered Pablo a blueberry. He acted like I was trying to poison him and shrank away from the offered berry. Even held a foot up in case he had to push away my hand.
I kept offering for a year to two, until finally one day he took the berry. It's been a love affair ever since.
Today, I was curious: what would he prefer over his beloved cashews and pistachios? Just to make it interesting, a few blueberries were added to the mix.
The blueberry won.
Listen, if you think broccoli beak is bad,
Wait'll you see blueberry beak:
Good thing he lets me clean his beak with a paper towel.