… seriously … I have no clue what I just took a picture of.

Of what I took a picture? A picture of which I took …

Whatever.

When I got home from the lake yesterday, I looked out the window on the second story of the house and for whatever reason I did not look out … or down.

I looked up.

Up into the dead oak that stands at the front corner of my house.

Here is a picture of said oak … from the ground … looking up. It is probably forty or fifty feet tall. As are most of the trees on my property. Including the one that fell over last fall.

See anything … unusual? Other than its dead-oak-ness, that is?

Look really closely.

Top. Middle.

Okay, I’ll make it easier … here is a close up view taken from the second story window … looking up another 10 or fifteen feet or so.

Yes.

There, hanging from the tallest branch … in a fork of the branch … is a … well … I’m not exactly sure what it is.

A ring from the gods? (and my tree is engaged?)

A secret antenna that the government is using to spy on me? (yeah … because I do such interesting stuff here.)

The band surrounding a barrel? (and how drunk would you have to be to toss it up there?)

Some kind of strap that used to hold … something? (and is the something missing its strap?)

It’s almost as it some giant was playing a game of ring toss of some sort … and my dead oak was the post he was aiming to hit.

I have no clue.

I don’t know what it is.

I don’t know how it got there.

I don’t know how long it has been there.

If anybody has any guesses … educated or otherwise … feel free to let me know.

I may have to have this tree cut down after all … just to see what it is.