Who

hung


the wind


chimes??????????????


My pristine bedroom view of a hedgerow complete with owl's nest, and beyond, a farmer's field, has been disturbed by a most hideous site.

A reindeer made of white wire that lights up at night, but only about half of it lights up, adorned with a day-glow red velvet bow, big and flapping in the breeze.

If I were a creature of the wild I would be running like hell right now.

Enhancing this Onion-esque still life, with wired deer and a satellite dish on a lop-sided pole and some bird feeders that remain birdless because of the deer on ecstasy, is a set of wind chimes.

You have no idea what this sound does to a woman approaching 50.

Nails

on

a

chalkboard.

If you see me these days, have mercy.
It's the damn chimes......