First, the sound of chickens made me look up in time to see a white goose flying low and perhaps being talked about by chickens. Then all of us into the woods. I'm not a mushroomer but I found a good one today, golden stalk and helmet and sponge, something I might have eaten on the spot if I was alone. I walked on tether and moss behind a kid circled by a woman unless there were spiders. That's how we went on one of the last good days. And I've just plucked something itchy off my back.