Nice spoon, I bet there's more where that came from, too.
The reason I especially love finding spoons is that I remember how as a young mother, I often handed my toddler son a spoon from the utensil drawer and pointed him towards a patch of dirt to play.
Although most made it back into the kitchen, I guarantee some are still lurking in the dirt behind the house to be found by some future detectorist.
So whenever I pull a spoon out while detecting, I imagine it in the busy hands of some beautiful toddler 100 years ago...