An old stump in Victoria, where it's warm and wet most of the winter, sports a full crop of turkey tail fungus.
|One side of the stump. It's like that all the way around.|
These are young turkey tails, still clean and pale coloured, still quite small. I don't know what kind of tree this was; a backyard shade tree, on the small side, cut to knee height.
|One of the new stems of the shrub next to it had pierced a turkey tail. Or otherwise, the tail had captured the stem.|
The mushroom looks fragile, but I couldn't pull the stem out of its grasp. To separate these two new friends, stump and shrub, now will take a knife.
The surface of the fungus feels velvety. Zooming in closer, I can see why:
|A warm winter coat for a dying leaf.|