It’s hard to make out, but the reed-thin sapling, bent over almost double, tree-tips touching the ground, is the only thing holding up the large stick. I would love to have watched it fall then come to its precarious balance. (And no, there is near zero chance that someone placed it there. This was a mile or so off-trail. No sign of any human there in decades.)
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