At first glance, when I saw this tin dish atop a tree-stump in the woods, it played tricks upon my eyes and I mistook it for an impressive piece of fungi. It has obviously been there for some time as the ivy is doing its tenacious best to bind it to the stump until the last piece of rust has crumbled to red dust.
I wonder who put the dish there in the first place. A forgetful camper, perhaps? Or someone kind enough to leave the birds a bath? Maybe a litter lout? Who knows?
Whatever the answer to these questions, I’m glad to note that Nature is winning the battle with this particular piece of junk.