But in retrospect, plastic might not have been a bad idea. As any experienced gardener from a periodically cold climate will tell you, a concrete birdbath cannot last. Remember the cake stand, icon of our recent holiday weather?
Beneath those many inches of snow and ice the same forces of evil that pot-hole winter roads cracked and gnawed my birdbath to the point that it no longer holds water. The slightest touch, or breeze, causes further crumbling. I have to chase birds away from it. Hey, Finch! Don’t touch my birdbath!
I hope to be able to preserve Mr. Frog. Perhaps a very clever hammer blow will liberate him. I’ll take him indoors where he can join the Wood Duck on the mantle. The remains of the birdbath will gradually erode away, joining the soil, changing the pH in a positive way. (It was a very positive birdbath.)