I'm going to look like a slacker for this. It wasn't a big job like the things some of you do, but it had lots of meaning for a couple of people.
I repainted Becky's Bird.
When we moved here 5 years ago my wife Vicki became close friends with our neighbor Becky.
One day I was out doing something and came across this plastic bird lying in the dirt behind the barn. On a lark I pounded a nail in a tree about 8 feet up and hung the bird on it. Becky came over at some later time and for the longest time thought the bird was real. I'm not sure what else ensued, I wasn't there, but it became quite a story. The rum and Coke may have had something to do with it. There was lots of laughing and joking about it over the next couple of years, and the story of Becky's Bird turned into one of those silly things that become part of the core of a friendship. It was really important to them.
Becky had a heart attack and died a couple of years later. When her family had a celebration of life and the family asked us to come, and bring the bird.
Well, the bird got faded and finally fell off the tree. So I fixed it up, repainted the faded part, and now Becky's Bird is back on the tree.
