Scarface
The forecast gets more dire, which probably means we'll get very little in the way of snow. But I'm not taking any chances, so it's cut and haul, cut and haul. However, as I noted yesterday, being out in the woods means that I'm also able to be observant, and that's when I noticed what appears to be a scar across the bark of an oak. I've seen this elsewhere, and sometimes, you can see the sharp wire, typically barbed, that used the tree for support over the years. Other times, the wire's long gone, either decayed by the weather or, interestingly, "swallowed" by the bark and incorporated into the substance of the tree. For a while, the encounter leaves a visible scar. I'm guessing that the tree will forever gets its dietary requirement of iron.