this puffball swelled from from a mini marshmallow, to a golf ball, to a baseball, to a softball, and just as my husband and son decided it was ripe to be cut into cubes, sauteed in butter, and served with pasta, the interior had begun to turn yellow-brown, a sure sign that the meaty fungus had started the process that would end with it looking like a leathery brown volcano of spores.
giant puffball, calvatia gigantea
my back yard, saint paul, mn
as i sit here to type this, wondering why in the world we had yet another bird casualty this year, it suddenly occurred to me…i had my windows professionally washed this spring! my first time ever. and we have had more dead birds this year than all the previous seven we have been in the house. well, i guess it means it will be at least another seven before i do that again.
yellow-shafted northern flicker
my deck, saint paul, minnesota
each fallen feather found on the trail strikes me as such a valuable treasure, that this collection, all in one place, feels like some kind of fort knox of feathers.
collected feathers of eastern north american birds (including at least the following: great horned owl, barred owl, wild turkey, pheasant, ruffed grouse, blue jay, cardinal, yellow-shafted flicker, canada goose, herring gull)
mostly from my back yard, turtle lake, mn
it’s a little late in the season to be seeing buds. we haven’t seen many lately, and will see much fewer from here. but for now, it’s refreshing to see a little youth among the brittling bones of the oak leaves that will start turning russet and brown in a matter of weeks.
wild sunflower bud
saint paul, minnesota