This morning, there was a little rondavel village of mushrooms out on the grass by our lake. The Anhinga drying its wings in the morning sunshine, seemed not to have noticed this new addition to the landscape.
This looked to me like the royal palace, much bigger and grander than the other dwellings.
The rest are smaller, and the smallest ones are quite minute, just humble little cottages.
This afternoon we went for a walk around the Green Cay Wetlands, and having mushrooms on the brain, I looked across into the reeds, and thought I spotted a couple more.
Until one of the white mounds lifted its head, to reveal a Wood Stork, foraging for food.
Of course, we won’t be picking and eating the mushrooms, as I have no idea if they are poisonous or not. It is quite magic though, how they just pop up overnight.