Our property has quite a few trees. Some have come down in storms, others drop branches when over enthusiastic native birds capture nectar from their blossoms. Others die off and branches slowly rot in the shadow of other trees. That's when the fungi likes to dance and do the rumba!
Here are two examples I found today, cha cha cha-ing in the little glades and hollows.
And in chicken news, our next door neighbours' white fluffy chook confection is currently sitting on blue eggs under their house, so there will be baby pom poms soon.
Here is the father. Doesn't he have lovely chucklewobbles?