Fetish

This was here last year: it has fresh leaves and berries on it. Someone – or some thing – is maintaining it for some obscure, dark purpose.

I rather suspect that it is somehow being maintained by the crows, probably through some other creature over which they have gained control. Certainly a number of them were paying very close attention while I took this photograph. I did not linger: you do not want to be on the wrong side of crows, lest you end up as an unrecognisable pile of bones and flesh by the side of the road.