|Wren setting off to forage on Vashon|
Perhaps the threat of being killed had kept foragers away because there were many huckleberries and chanterelles to be had.
|I gather huckleberries to the sound of gunshots|
|Wren was concerned about dogs but not guns. |
He carried the huckleberry basket
|While crouching in the undergrowth we|
made lots of noise to show we were not deer.
|Huckleberries and a few blackberries for pie.|
|Mum and Wren show that they are Not Bears or Deer|
because forest animals do not like orange
|Mushroom identification after the Hood Canal trip|
|I do not know what this one is... perhaps a lactarius?|
It has an interesting velvet furred stem.
Coming home tomorrow after a drive down to Burton. Mum and I plan on having one more walk in the woods but without the intent to crawl through huckleberries.