Day 187. Big Head Mushrooms

As my hound dog sniffs the world, I gaze at it instead.  Bird soaring, lawnmower running, live band playing in the distance. And then my eyes fall to the ground, and I spot mushrooms...warty looking things burbling up whitish-gray from lawns--they're everywhere right now.

But what's this?  Two chocolatey-topped creatures, their silvery stems bent over by their weighty heads.  Delicate bells amongst the bulbous fungi masses.