I know you immediately thought of the concrete ducks found in many rural yards. You know the ones...with the large mother duck followed by several ducklings ala "Make Way for Ducklings." No, our yard ducks are from a local potter and we just love their tacky figures. The ducks are pottery with rebar legs. While you can't see them in the photographs, they all do have shoes. They have been in the yard so long the pine straw has covered them.
Sweet Daisy lives beneath a pink camellia.
(If you enlarge you can see many buds. Buds in September? Really?)
Fogie with his baseball cap and stogie.
(Don't worry. He never lights it.)
And Goofy. He looks so goofy with his cowboy hat, how could you name him anything else?
You may notice the pottery mushrooms strewn about. Because we have no grass to mow, we can put all sorts of art amongst the rocks and shrubs. We admit that we might not have much taste, but we know what we like and we surround ourselves with that. Sometimes whimsical, sometimes serious, but always ours. Its beauty is in the eyes of the beholder.