The last week of rain and humid temperatures have at least been good for something – if not bird banding. A lovely patch of mushrooms growing in the wood chips right outside the bird observatory door.
I have no idea what kind they are, and haven’t had time to look them up, as I’m on a book deadline. They didn’t last more than a day, but soon took on an even more sinister look as they began to wilt and topple.
I’m not an expert on fungi, by any stretch of the imagination, but I would venture to say that these babies are probably deadly. They have that look, wouldn’t you say?