This stick has seen better days. It became lost in some fresh, concrete hell to be trodden upon by careless homo sapiens. Then, to add insult to injury, its demise was photographed!
The stray pine needles from the neighboring trees adds a nice touch to the strange desolation of this photo. I don’t believe the stick came from a pine tree. What kind of tree, however, I’m not sure. There are a few options nearby with the right type of bark.
A mystery, a strange little mystery.
Before deciding to go on a quest to discover sticks, I hadn’t thought sticks could tell so many stories. But they can, and they do. This stick is not long for its world, but it got to leave its mark.
Well done, stick.
(Cue the Circle of Life.)
The Huntress of Sticks is not at all sorry for the development of any childhood ear worms, for she sings unknown lyrics much to the dismay of her spouse.
In other news, the Huntress of Sticks is going to go find and read her copy of Where the Sidewalk Ends. It seems strangely appropriate right now.
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Fun Fact of the Day
Sticks in the wild cannot be trusted. The may rise up against you. When approaching a wild stick, take every precaution. Approach with care, observing for things like spiders, playing dogs, and even children. Should the stick appear safe, claim it for your nefarious uses!
Waging war with a loved one, after they have also acquired a stick, is a wholesome activity that should be indulged in at least once a month.
Return used sticks to nature for birds.
Should a bird gift you wish a stick, that is a treasure, and it should be relocated to a place of honor.
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