Wild breakfast

      One of the terriers, Minnow to be precise, found this rather fine field mushroom when she was rummaging about in the orchard.
      As soon as the interest was spotted we were in with a few slug pellets to keep the little blighters at bay. A jar is kept in the fork of an old apple tree for these occasions, and an old tomato tray was placed on top to keep it dark and protected from any other predators.
      Twenty four hours later and patience brings a lovely reward, an absolutely mint field mushroom. Now that really is a treat to look forward too.
      I wonder if a Jack Russell can sniff out truffles?