Next up, purely aesthetic rather than caloric: our shifting hydrangeas. Years ago, they used to bloom sky blue, but now their color has deepened. This change is probably due to a steady diet of duck poo.
Our last blue is the baby goat who endeared herself to us by virtue of her adorable ears. Pictures don't do them justice. We have struggled to find a name for her. Mochi? Skeletor? Li'l Miss Airhorn? I suggest Blueberry. Farm Grandma Jenn approves, so it might stick. What do you think?