It's a ladle.
When I was a kid my dad planted a red maple in the side yard. It grew huge and held this back in 1975. I climbed it regularly. I even would climb up in it as an adult ... just to keep my skills up. I like being high in trees ... high enough that the branches are almost too thin to hold you and every breeze sways you and the tree together. So high that you get yelled at by ground dwellers.
This tree had to come down a few years ago. The 2004 hurricane season made us realize it was too frail and too close to Mom and Dad's house. They hired a pro and the tree was taken down in one day. I asked them to save me a few pieces for carving. They did, but I didn't get there for awhile and the wood sat. During that time a fungus invaded the cut maple and created the beautiful spalting you saw in the photo below.
The fungi did the real artwork here, I just shaped a basic ladle.
It's decorative, a gift for Mrs. FC from a few years ago.
She's down in St. Pete for a few days at a public health meeting.
I'm home, just a little (barely) under the weather and it seemed like a great excuse to get some things done here while I recharge.
Now, I must go and write Emma's senior page tribute.