Nature’s Consumers: Fungi

Slime mold again! Growing this time on the seat of my already deteriorating backyard swing, helping it along on it's slow return to the earth. 

                                                                                                              

Makes me wonder if fungi could ever evolve into consuming plastics!  Wouldn’t that be a wonderful thing!

Just thinking…

~dkm 6-18-23

Cooper's Hawk to the Rescue

On the sad reality of nature colliding with human civilization:

A louder than usual crash called our attention to the sliding glass back door. Tragically, a beautiful white-breasted nuthatch had flown into the glass and fallen to the deck beneath the bird feeders. We watched, hoping it was only stunned and would fly off again, as most do, but no. Its rotating struggle on the floor of the deck indicated a broken wing. 

Almost immediately, while we were still debating what to do, an ever-alert Cooper's hawk swooped in and lit ominously on the deck banister.  The image of stealth, he looked around in all directions before dropping to the deck floor beside the hapless nuthatch. More cautious observation of his surroundings, then BAM! He pounced and sunk his talons deep into his small prey. Again he delayed gratification, looking around. Once certain of no competition, he tightened his grip, spread his impressive wings, and took off with our pitiable nuthatch dangling from his feet. Fifteen minutes later I heard his distinctive cackle in the near distance.  

Was he proclaiming his lucky day? His easy breakfast?

Gruesomeness notwithstanding, he had made the best of a tragic accident and relieved us of the responsibility of tending to the problem. Still, what a grim reminder of just two of the many ways humans have invaded the world of the songbird—our feeders and our windows. We don’t want to take down the feeders, and we sure aren’t taking out the glass door, but I will be asking my friends at Wildbirds Unlimited if they have some effective window decals next time I stock up on worms and seeds. That poor spinning nuthatch still haunts me.  

~dkm 6-16-23

What IS This?

Anybody know?  Spied in the grass today not three feet from my feet while "longsitting" on the backyard swing for my daily hour. Curious!

Much as I hesitate to display my ignorance, I thought it was some sort of egg sac or gel. But when poked with a stick it wouldn't dislodge. It's growing from the ground. 

The “Picture This” app says it’s a stinkhorn mushroom, but it doesn’t look like any of the images of stinkhorns I found online, most of which looked more like the name of the genus they belong to: Phallus. I’ll leave you to look them up for yourself. Just google “stinkhorn mushroom.” Nature never disappoints 🙂 

Meantime, if you know the positive ID of this thing, fungus or egg sac, do tell in the comment section, and do please include your name. Backyard spectator wants to know.  

~dkm 6-10-23

Bluebird Nestwatch 2023

In the spring of 2021, an unknown predator, likely a raccoon, possibly a hawk, ate a nest full of four newly hatched bluebirds from the birdhouse in the back corner of the yard. I was horrified to find the damaged roof and empty nest, just days after the hatch. We repaired the roof, but no birds have nested in that house since, after having done so every year since 2010. And now the squirrels have chewed out the entrance hole to the extent that no songbird could ever feel safe in that house. Who can blame them? It bears the kiss of death.

So in March of this year, I hung a new birdhouse in a different location--from the eave of our house at the end of the deck. I doubted bluebirds would nest so near civilization, but I hoped for wrens or finches, both having reputations for nesting on porches. I found a few sticks in the bottom of the house soon after hanging it, but no further activity. Whoever started with the sticks must have chosen to nest elsewhere. 

The setting

Then one afternoon early in May I was sitting in that wicker chair in the photo, enjoying a cup of tea and a good book, when I heard the distinctive male bluebird murmurings of mating season behind my shoulder. Churrrr-chur-chur. Sure enough, a slow turn revealed Mr. Blue perched on the new birdhouse. Was he hoping to get lucky, or had he already been? As I watched, he flew away and returned immediately with a stick to drop into the house, then another and another. He didn't seem to mind my presence. 

After depositing enough sticks inside the house to declare his intention, he disappeared for a few more minutes, then, lo and behold, returned with the object of his affection, a handsome female, to show her his proposed location. Bluebirds! And I had a front row seat. Too bad my i-phone 12 camera was not up to the challenge, but I'll share what I could get. 

Mr. Blue presents his proposed location

He invites Ms. Blue to look inside

He makes his argument by
fluttering in and out of the house
and all around her.
She watches stoically.

He asks. She demurs. 

They discuss. 

He awaits her decision
 from the banister beneath the house
watching her every move

In the interim weeks I've seen them flying around the deck and feeders, but couldn't tell if they had built a nest in the box, until one day last week when Mr. Blue carried in sticks all day. All week I saw them both at the feeders more often. There is also a speckled newly fledged pair still being fed by Mr. Blue. Sometimes Ms. Blue comes to the feeder and "scolds" them gently, which surprises me, because I didn't think she could speak. Yesterday she chased them off the feeders and scolded me at the opposite end of the deck before she flew into the house and stayed there. This confirmed for me that she's sitting on the eggs of her second brood. I don't know exactly when she laid them, as I've been staying away from the deck, not wanting to disturb, but it was sometime in the past week. Today I took this quick peek in the house after I saw her make an exit. 

 

Bingo. Nestwatch 2023 begins. Expected fledge date: sometime near the end of June.  

It's a miraculous time of year.  ~dkm 6-5-23