leaky frog birdbath, the birdbath that some time ago was demoted to crassulacean planter. The recent long, cold, wet-beyond-belief winter killed off the crassulaceans, resulting in a crumbling goblet of dead stuff. And then the frog's butt detached itself completely and plummeted to the substrate. It was time to move on.
Today we sought a replacement birdbath. No more concrete. There is no better, or faster, demonstration of the combined erosive effects of water and freezing temperatures than a concrete birdbath. After a lengthy search through several garden centres, we settled on the above. It's not as pretty as frogbath in its youth, and certainly not as curvaceous.
True, the duck looks as though carved from a bar of soap by a 6-year-old wielding the sharp end of a wire coat hanger, a step down from Rodinesque frog. Moreover, at the garden centre it was dauntingly green-brown with algae, a forgotten birdbath in a far corner.
We are now the proud owners of a 30-lb granite duckbath.