Yard art, you say ???
THE ANATOMY OF A WOODPECKER (no, not that silly.)
Early this fine day, the nutty perfesser, Doktuer Jeckyl Billenstien woke up thinking "I can DO IT ! " Being more of a meat and potatoes, working tools kind of guy, never being much of a patron of the arts, let alone an artisan, he had never before given a serious thought to artworks.
He dressed hurriedly and stole into the deepest recesses of the scrap yard part of his secretive compound, closing the gates behind him. Those outside waited nervously as seconds ticked by, before hearing shreiks of hideous laughter, interspersed with an occasional "AH HAAA!", along with the clanking of metal and ratteling of chains. After what seemed like endless seconds, the gates gradually creaked open and this pile of scrap was to be observed awaiting further action.
Working feverishly, Doktuer Billstien proceeded to set up a cutting torch, his welder and his trusty hand grinder like someone intent on a mission to take spare discarded parts and breath life into them with some kind of creative ferver. Firing up the torch doing some cutting, grinding fitting and welding, things begin to take shape within a few minutes:
Legs to run with Strooong, like Roosin Vommmmin!
Staightening crooked leg, would be a shame for this fast running Roadrunner to have to go thru life pidgeon toed !
With tail feathers in place, eye staring blankly and toes to go, here he is with his little modeling buddy!
Care takers found Doktuer Billenstien spent and exhausted from this tremendous outburst of creative energy, propped against the work bench cogitating whether this young bird will clean up good and accept some enhancing paint to look more like his little idol buddy, or if he should paint him black, put him on a stick to be stuck in the ground and viewed from the street like one of those siloutte cutouts of a cowboy leaning against a tree with one foot proped up and his hat over his eyes like he is taking a siesta, or one of those bird dog silouttes on point. They dragged him into the kitchen to be resusituated and revived with a boloney sandwich, chips and big glass of iced tea, then tucked him into bed for his customary afternoon nap. To be continued = - - -