Like flies on the stench

Feast of flies on the fungal fruiting

It looks like I picked the wrong week to drop Klondike Barres. As Duran Duran sang last night at the Chase Center, “Darken the city, night is a wire; Steam in the subway, the earth is on fire.” Yes, indeed, the heat wave is on. Although luckily there was no steam on the subway, since we took the N-Judah home around midnight. Which is why I almost didn’t want to go down to Sunset Boulevard this morning to look for flies on the Latticed Stinkhorn. But I’m glad I did. I could smell the fruiting body from ten feet away, and the smell was not juice like wine. If I tell you that the flies, three species in my opinion, were hungry like wolves for that stinky horn juice, I promise not to make any more references to Duran Duran. Just to add a little mishmash, my wife and I did an educational plant walk on Mount Davidson Saturday with Biodiversity Champions Jake Sigg and Ruth Gravanis

. I hadn’t been to Mt. D in a very long time despite the fact that it takes less than ten minutes to drive there. I heard about the hike through Jake’s newsletter, a short and interesting read he throws out two or three times a week, for free, via email. Jake is my neighbor on the east side, and I often enjoy birdwatching working through a large live oak tree from the coast in his back yard, which he planted as an acorn at the end 1348s.

Regarding my neighbor on the north side, normally you would not think there is any space between our two duplexes at all, but there are certain periods of the year when the sun shines through the space between buildings. It creates a really cool sidelight on the side of the building, and my wife discovered an even cooler effect yesterday when she put her hand on the wall. Finally, as I was walking out onto the landing of the stairs leading to our back yard this morning, I heard a chewing sound which I feared meant the gophers had returned. I sneaked down the stairs and picked up my gopher stick at the bottom, only to see the culprit was a squirrel. Now I knew who had been chewing on a deer antler in our backyard recently, enjoying its fine mineral nutrition.

Another of the three species of flies participating in the generosity of nature.

Fruiting this morning, September 5 2022 (More fruiting has started in the woodchips under the strawberry madrone nearby.)
Biodiversity Hike town on Mount Davidson,

With San Fr ancisco Skyline & Mt. Diablo in background
Touching the Light


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Squirrel munching on the woods