Wednesday 27 September 2017

Shaggy Ink Caps

Our campus at work is winding down, but a few honey bees and common carder bumbles feed off whatever blooms are left.

In the skies, a kestrel was chased out of the air by crows. Further round, a buzzard was chased out of the air by crows, only it keened sadly as it did so. A way off, two more buzzards gained the thermals unmolested; they must have paid the crows off.

Autumn is here, the sun has now given up trying to save itself from drowning against the celestial equator. As a stark reminder of this, the spongy looking protuberances of shaggy ink caps are above the ground. Decaying the moment they break forth, some are still white but others are already dripping away their spores in a drizzle of blackness.

As soon as they are born they are dying, just like us, just like everything. Apart from a rock.


All text and images copyright CreamCrackeredNature 27.09.17


  1. I have seen lots of those recently. In fact more fungi overall that usual this Autumn.

  2. Smashing pictures and lovely thoughts!

  3. Of course, I had forgotten the name. I had the Norway Maple that grows outside my house pruned last winter (disappointing colour so far, just brown leaves falling instead of the usual golden and crimson and the canopy still green) and at its trunk is a mass of shaggy ink caps already disintegrating into black ink. Your penultimate sentence is a very good reminder to seize every day, thank you Simon.