We were once proud pink birds. A fine purchase from the local garden center all shiny and new. Happy with our owners placing us on the front lawn. Strutting our proud selves for the whole neighborhood to admire. Now look at us reduced to the backyard after several years of wear and rust.

Fred perched on his axis pole no longer spins around in tremendous glee. Now minus one wing that flew off into the dirt. Our owners try to fix the wing, but it just keeps falling off. I would suggest a small bolt, a screw and a coat of paint would help.

Fiona has her head stuck in the marigold cinder block. Unable to stand up straight with one rusted rod to keep her balance. Instead of seeing her graceful beauty. I guess her job now is to check for night crawlers for fishing the next morning.

As for me your faithful story teller Fernando, I am still standing proud. But chained up in the herb cage to keep Mr. Ground Hog away?! Why can’t I be out in front? Maybe I no longer fit the new decor of the anterior garden. So now that you have heard our tale of misfit woe. All I can say at least our owners didn’t take us to the trash bin. Maybe there still is hope…

Thank you GC for this week’s prompt https://weeklyprompts.com/2022/07/06/weekly-prompts-wednesday-challenge-garden-art/