The red bird is tin. Made in China, $10. The rocks that it's wired to, free.


The flamingo was originally sticking out of a dumpster at the city landfill. I drove past, but it was screaming my name and I went back to save it from the smasher. It was a really offensive pink plastic - not the classic pepto bismol flamingo pink, but a harsh bright pink. Bad enough that it was destined from day one for the trash. I painted it rust brown, but Lorna grumbled about that. I pulled the steel legs off and stuck it on a bamboo stake. When I repainted the little cafe table and chairs in the third photo I had paint left over. So, I have a pale green flamingo. Which my garden art critic still doesn't like.
(Note new yard light) |