Pondering Chicken Mushrooms (scroll down to see yesterday's blog), Marash Boy and Marash Girl wondered why, although they had often seen brown and grey bracket mushrooms attached to the many oak trees growing on Wilbraham Mountain, they had never seen even one Chicken Mushroom. And then it came to Marash Girl . . . she awoke in the middle of the night with the realization that the coyotes who reside on the top of Wilbraham Mountain, the coyotes with whom she had often communicated, would never have allowed anything chicken-like to survive!