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January 17, 2019 by Dave Bonta

Gloomy, but the birds seem excited, perhaps sensing an approaching storm. A titmouse fleeing a fight lands on a maple limb red with fungus.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags fungi, red maple, tufted titmouse
June 2, 2012 by Dave Bonta

Another of the dead cherry’s limbs broke off in the night, leaving just one more forked limb and a cluster of stumps, scabrous with fungi.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags cherry tree, fungi 2 Comments
February 1, 2012February 1, 2012 by Dave Bonta

Dark clouds part in the west, flooding the yard at sunrise with sunset light. A log furred with white fungi glows in the snow-free woods.

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