Metate.
Crafted and cared for by Ancient hands.
The women who ground cornmeal on this have been dust for hundreds of years.
I found it this morning, surfacing out of the edge of an arroyo next to one of our milo fields. I like to think the vermilion color of the seed heads comes from the vanished blood of ghostly buffalo......but then I probably spend too much time alone in open country. (Which would also explain why sometimes I think the original owners of lost objects lead you to them.)