The Captain is in. The things dangling from the blue “hat” are flint chipped tools from the clovis period of south Texas history. Brought back by a friend from his brother’s ranch the year before it was burned down in the Jessup fires.
I had a blast making this large piece. There are three heads within one here… four if you’re looking close.
As it turns out, certain owls attack blue, and the owls knocked the hat to pieces over the course of a couple years. Wild how nature intervenes.
The flint sounds great in a breeze. I tried to space it so it could only hit itself and its fellow flint chips.
After a few years the wood has aged in the sun, and I have since straitened the head back up.