Finale ~ Bird Plaque

What a sad moment... seeing my painted bird plaque on the concrete patio in a thousand pieces. I sat down at the picnic table, feeling a little choked up, while trying to maintain my composure. After all, the child didn't mean to break it.

I put the second clear coat on the bird plaque this morning. There was such a nice breeze outside. I left it to dry. Stepping into the house for a glass of juice only took a few seconds. At my door I was greeted by an neighbor, saying hello. Her grandson was in her yard a few feet away, but he stepped onto my large block wall, picking up the painted bird plaque.

I think what came out of my mouth was, "Uh - wet paint, honey."

The neighbor, Grandmother began to yell, "Put that down now!" And he did.

I suspect it was still so wet, it slipped then flipped, out of his hands. It landed four feet down onto the ground - the concrete patio.

Now to handle the aftermath. I know from prior research that the plaque is between 20-30 years old. I haven't found anything comparable to it. My client doesn't seem to be upset. She thinks she may have something else she'd rather have done - like a painting on canvas.

Life goes on... and the birds are finally free to fly away.