Last month marked the official anniversary of Liz and my iron-clad bonds of matrimony. Or, in this case (being year 7), copper, according to the traditional anniversary gift theme.
As such, I was tasked to find the appropriate copper gift. And I decided upon something pseudo-useful and humorous. No, it wasn’t piping. It was a giant copper cock!
Also known as a rooster, of course. To fit the country theme of the below garden, or something. Okay, so it’s just kinda cool to have a weathervane and I hoped she’d like it.
She did. Here’s me testing it’s accuracy with a sole digit raised aloft to the heavens–or valiantly proclaiming something (“Aeris Amare!”):