Snowberry bush …
As a child I would also put some of these treasures in my pocket but they did not travel well or please my mother on wash day when she checked my pockets.
The ones tossed on the road had a more satisfying result.
Ready …. set ……
pop … pop … pop ………
A noise from high in the tree made me look up.
It was not asking "Who, who, who?"
It was more "Tsk, tsk, tsk,tsktsktsk …."
Perhaps I had disturbed its nap.
I am so glad I saw it.