I’m not the biggest windchime person in the world. And things made of old utensils? They seem iffy, at best.
So imagine my surprise when I happened upon a spooon fish windchime, and fell in love . . .
Such handsome fellows. I’ve heard spoon fish are charming, too–prone to dancing in the sunlight, and the telling of a good tale.
What’s not to love, really?
Yeah, I can’t think of anything either . . .