That title is the wonderful first sentence in “That sounds fungi, it must be the dawn chorus”, chapter in Terry Pratchett, “A Slip of the Keyboard: Collected Non-fiction” (2014, Doubleday). Teachers of writing have said that the first sentence is a very important “hook”, and this one sure had me.
The chapter is about Pratchett getting up early to collect edible mushrooms. It’s certainly something my parents and I did when I was a kid, driving into the countryside to favoured spots in paddocks or forests on Sunday mornings to gather field mushrooms. As in other countries, in Australia we have to make sure they are edible before we eat them, as some will kill you in particularly painful ways.
The fungi in the photos below, untested as to edibility, are all from Five Corners, Copmanhurst in dry sclerophyll, sandy country (thanks to Mazza Verdante who took the photos). I was going to try to identify them, but time has gotten away so I’ll just give them numbers in case some kind reader can identify them for me or I get around to it in future. There are quite a few photos, and they will extend over several posts.
There will be more fungi from the same location in the next few posts.