Few weeks ago. I was enjoying the countryside and aesthetically winding paths while the little guy was noticing grasshoppers and beetles. I went mushroom picking, by myself for the first time, found many mushrooms but not the right ones. The forest was pretty anyway, with the non- or less edible mushrooms around. And it was so quiet that I heard a wild bird above me swinging his wings! It was like somebody was lashing a stick. Pretty cool!