Showing posts with label honey fungus. Show all posts
Showing posts with label honey fungus. Show all posts

Sunday, December 14, 2014

Attack of the killer bootlaces








































This strange black network, that grew under the bark of this pine tree when it was alive, identifies the fungus that killed it - honey fungus Armillaria mellea.


























Honey fungus is perhaps the most notorious of all fungal tree killers, not just of forest trees but also specimen trees of many species in gardens and arboreta.

























The fungus kills the host by producing this network of rhizomorphs - bundles of hyphae that look like boot laces. They digest the living tissues between the bark and the water-conducting xylem that forms the woody core of the tree. The victim in this photo is a beech tree.

























The rhizomorphs are doing their deadly work well before the fungal fruiting bodies appear. Often the first symptoms are individual branches of the tree dying, but it can take years to completely kill the tree. Often the roots are killed and then it topples in a gale. Meanwhile the rhizomorphs also grow downwards over the roots and out through the soil, until they find roots of a neighbouring tree that they can invade. 




Sunday, October 30, 2011

An Autumn Walk along the River Tees

The long, narrow gorge spanned by Egglestone's Abbey Bridge bridge provides one the most picturesque viewing points on the River Tees in autumn

















This is the view from the bridge looking upstream - Egglestone Abbey is just  above the trees in the middle distance (double-click) and is ...



...... visible from the bridge now that the leaves are falling.

The view downstream - there are footpaths on both sides of the river and you can follow it down to its confluence with the River Greta, at the Meeting of the Waters.











The river squeezes through narrow gaps and tumbles over boulders ...


.... and you can hear it through the trees all the way along the path, even when it isn't in spate.







The high humidity in the gorge makes this a fine habitat for mosses and ferns like this polypody growing as an epiphyte on a tree branch over the river.



Yellowing horse chestnut leaves provide a sunbathing spot for flies whose days are numbered, now that frosts are on their way.







Nectar-rich ivy flowers provide a last-minute refuelling station for drone flies.



Shades of yellow - hazel, oak and beech autumn colours.



Some of the large beeches have been attacked by honey fungus - always fatal, but it can take decades to kill the tree.



A nuthatch, dangling down to pick beech nuts out of beech mast - it seems to be a 'mast year', with a very heavy crop.









Ripe holly berries are a reminder that there are only 50 shopping days until Christmas.









Downstream there are some wild cherries with a fiery display of autumn colours..







... and a fine crop of ripe yew berries.



A passing shower leaves a rainbow, which is wasted on those two sheep that are watching - they only have dichromatic vision and can't distinguish red from green.




Looking back upstream - on what Kenneth Grahame in the Wind in the Willows called a 'golden afternoon'...