This last picture included for comparison: real chickens.
Here is one of the interesting things we saw this summer, and which I neglected to blog for you. One day in late July, all of the conditions were suddenly correct for these beautiful, gigantic fungi to pop up out of nowhere.
My mother and I spent the day about a hundred miles from my house, and we saw the stump overgrown with them there. Then we returned home, went out for dinner, and found the cluster of four in a nearby park on the way.
There was family disagreement about the name of these mushrooms. They are either chicken of the woods or hen of the woods. Either way, most people agree that they are edible. My father had an unfortunate experience eating morel mushrooms a couple of years ago, so none of us can be bothered with foraging fungus anymore… still. Imagine what could have been.