Let's file this one under: strange occurrences. I stumbled upon this yesterday, in a bed of bushes that had been cut back last fall. These groups of small rocks seemed to be balancing precariously on the underlying branches. They were not the only ones. There were many hanging like this. They didn't seem too secure either. I bet, if I tried to place them like this, it would be impossible. What gives? Nature's way? As a kid, I would have taken them, one by one, and happily chucked them as far as I could, bouncing them off rooftops, sailing them at vacant building windows. Yesterday, I let them lie still. I kept those enterprises for another day.
ps Let's see if my brother has a smart comment on this photo like he did for my 'Nine Stones' awhile back. hahahaha!