It's a metal rooster, standing tall and proud at the corner of their yard. I see it whenever we drive out. These neighbors bought the place as a retirement home, so they're only up here on weekends. I'm not going to keep their rooster. I just want to play with him awhile. I want to: Photoshop him standing in front of the Eiffel tower, on a beach in Florida, on safari in Africa. Turn those photos into postcards and mail em to my neighbors.... "Having a great time! Wish you were here! Love, Roo" Then I wil return the roo looking sun-burned, wearing a tourist t-shirt and sunglasses and looking totally worn out. Being a cop, DH won't let me play with the neighbors roo. He's no fun at all! And I still maintain that I had NOTHING to do with those Christmas deer on the post office lawn ending up like they did!