Chris Fink’s collection of short prose, Forage Like a Bear, contains a whole lot: whistling acorns, scribbling clams, gossipy geese, technicolor ducks, turkeys (including human ones), roving bands of chipmunks, chimneys, fires, chainsaws, lice, thin ice, approximately 30,000 blueberries, cars rolling uphill, the leaves of a mulberry tree drifting down, Peace Trail meanders, and maybe just maybe, a holy grail morel.

And all related in Fink’s gently shimmed sentences, adapted from radio dispatches, and illustrated with the inky grace of John Porcellino.