We were standing on a steep mountainside in between rain storms. When not interrupted by Aki’s demand to toss her frisbee, I filled a converted plastic soy sauce container with blueberries and huckleberries. After the little dog started to pester her other human, I slipped into that Zen state that comes to berry harvesters. An odd thought bubbled up. Am I cheating these berry bushes that worked so hard to package their seeds in tasty blue packages.  They were designed by nature to seduce birds and bears that can carry the seeds to remote parts of the forest and deposit them where their off spring will be enriched by the animals’ scat. My berries will go into pies or pancakes but thanks to cultural restrictions, their seeds will end up at the Juneau sewage treatment plant.