Fabled round these parts is the mysterious horseshoe tree. In days gone by, it was said that if a stranded rider left a worn or broken horseshoe underneath the tree overnight, a ghostly blacksmith would mend or replace it. The ones stuck in the trunk and turned to wood belonged to bad owners who the blacksmith wanted to teach a lesson to!
Many thanks to admirer for indulging such silliness for silly Saturday.
The extra is a "wait for us" line of geese caught late this afternoon.