The Hunt is On

As if the planets are alligning my (4th) summer (in a row) is beginning to unfold in yet another unpredictable and illustrious story. For more than two weeks I've been looking for the morel; the evasive mushroom. Dry and cold it has been in southern Ohio. Hard to find 'em. One solution - ash trees near lowlying creekbeds.

Target practice first, then off into the woods for a different sort of  hunt.

Bingo. And Joe's face was brightened with a smile as he knelt to our season's first find.

Celebrity shot.

The leaner.

Dinner at Joe's.

Double trouble.

Priceless.

The mother tree.

Salad.

One big happy family.

It's amazing how much luck one feather can bring.