Turkey Tail fungi

Indy and I enjoyed our first long walk in over a week.  I stopped in one field and looked at a stand of white birch turning red in the light of the setting sun.  Pretty quiet.  Most of the birds are gone.  No insect sounds.  No gently rustling leaves.  Soon the earth will cover herself w/ a blanket of snow and go to sleep.  Indy wasn't waxing so eloquent.  She was busy urinating here and there, reestablishing her territory.  We each enjoy these walks in our own way.