It was just too nice this morning – even with the recent rain and threat of more to come, the temperatures were more to my liking and Boomer and I decided it was time to check the net lanes anyway in preparation for the coming banding season. Any excuse will do..
And one of the first things we discovered were these enormous fungi growing in the field.
They looked a little tired, so I’m sure I would have gotten much better pictures of them in their prime, had I ventured out a few days earlier. I have no idea what these are. Anyone? But don’t you just love that color?
This one looked even older and almost starting to decay, but here you can see the size in relation to the quite-large oak leaf on its surface. Of course I went out without my notebook and/or tape (handy things to have in the field) but I’m guessing this one had about a 10 inch spread.
A quick look in the library suggested possibly in the family of “earthstars” or huge puffballs after they explode (somehow don’t think so on that one) but I couldn’t make a positive ID.
Signs of spring in full force were everywhere – not to mention the birds singing and moving about. Lots of song, white-throated, and fox sparrows this morning, juncos are still here, and the bluebirds are singing and diving into the leaves to pick off the emerging creepy crawlies. No ticks evident this morning, but I know that’s just a matter of time…
The ice is off the pond this morning – up to yesterday, it still had a frozen skin on the surface. I listened last night for spring peepers – not a sound yet. With the ice gone at last, I think they’ll be singing any time now.
Boomer had fun nosing around the groundhog hole, taking long, deep sniffs. I half-expected him to start digging, but in his old age, good smells seem to be enough.
He did lead me to discover a fresh den of something quite small at the foot of this tree – guessing a mouse house. A little tight for a chipmunk, but possible.
Daily walks must begin…there’s just too much going on now to stay inside for very long. Life is good.