A rabbit pauses while grazing on Herr’s Island (or Washington’s Landing, as it likes to be called these days).
An American Toad (Anaxyrus americanus) along the Trillium Trail in Fox Chapel.
Everyone loves the mushrooms, it seems. So here are some more. The weather has been very kind to mushrooms lately, and we found all these within a very small area. Father Pitt is not going to try to identify them, so if any readers happen to know their mushrooms, comments would be much appreciated.
Normally Father Pitt calls them “mushrooms,” but this one, fresh out of the ground, looked so much like a storybook toadstool that one expected to see a slightly grumpy fairy sitting under it. This is almost certainly the same species as the Russula mushrooms we featured earlier, since it grew in the same patch of shady lawn.
These beautifully marked insects seem to be what entomologists call “true bugs,” and they bear a strong resemblance to milkweed bugs. But they are not identical, and Father Pitt would very much appreciate hearing from someone who can tell him exactly what these are. There were quite a few of them on a well-chewed hickory sapling in the Mount Lebanon woods.
It has been good weather for mushrooms. These extraordinarily fugitive little mushrooms pop up overnight and are completely withered by afternoon. Father Pitt believes that they are Parasola plicatilis, but any mushroom-lover is invited to correct his identification.
In spite of the difference in color, these two very decorative mushrooms appear to be the same species; they were both growing in the same shaded lawn in Mount Lebanon in the middle of June. They are almost certainly a species of Russula, and perhaps Russula emetica; but Father Pitt is not at all sure that the exact species can be identified from a photograph. Any mushroom expert is invited to correct his identification.