I found this situation a bit too surreal to ignore. It's an Asian Openbill. It appears that the bird met its death by hanging. Adding to the bizarreness is the cross-like feature on the rope or branch. The critter has been up there for several days now, surveying the rice field, ignorant of the thunderstorms.
About me...read my blog and hopefully you'll get some sort of gestalt.
One disclaimer: you're not going to learn about my love life, or what I ate for breakfast on this blog. That's tedious stuff, and this blog is here to offer up insight and little pieces of offbeatedness.
Nor will I expound much on politics and the like. That's because I seem to exist in a quantum superposition where both sides usually make pretty good sense, and the wave function doesn't collapse until a molecule of ink hits the ballot. Maybe it's got something to do with being left-handed.
(OK, I'm exaggerating. I voted for Obama. But you get the idea.)