My dad is a wood carver. He makes birds, animals, and all other assorted doodads --- whatever crosses his mind at the time. His pineapples are really cool. He takes the rejects or whatever and mounts them along this long splitrail fence that runs down the road beside our property. The fence is aged a really cool grey with some moss & stuff growing on it and the birds age along with it. He also makes these birds attached to long flexible pieces of metal and drills a hole, then mounts them like on a pole or gatepost. When the wind blows, the bird looks like it's flying around.