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British Soldiers (Cladonia cristatella), my favorite lichen.
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Two very small salamanders. Either Southern Red-backed (Plethodon serratus), Southern Zigzag (Plethodon ventralis), or Webster’s (Plethodon websteri).
According to Salamanders in Alabama, they're "easily confused".
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These tiny... things... were growing on a limb rotting on the ground. I can't even tell if they are a type of mushroom, slime mold, lichen, or what. Possibly an immature version of Peniophora rufa...?
The whole line there was about the width of a blade of grass. I could definitely use a macro lens. And of course that portable DNA analyzer that they are being so slow to invent.
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An easy one, finally: Truckus plasticus.
And there's always this:
The muscovy duck who thinks he's my boyfriend.
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He follows me into the woods, if I'm moving slowly enough.
I'll be hunkered down, minding my own business, trying to take a photo of something low to the ground, when I hear a coarse hissing from behind.
That's my cue to stand up fast, unless I'm in the mood to be nibbled, stabbed, and pinched by a duck.
I'm not sure how he carries bread crumbs, but he's always there waiting when we get back home.
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