I just had to share these pictures with you. We were out on a little road trip about 40 miles from home on Sunday. I know the pictures aren't scoreable since they aren't in anyone's yard, but this is like the Holy Grail of all Things Yard Art.
We were driving down the freeway, when we spotted the Pink in the distance. We had to investigate. (the sign of a great developing field reporter!)
Turning off on a frontage road allowed us this view:
Now, that's a Moose.
This is the Biggest Pink Flamingo I have ever seen in Captivity. I wanted to get closer, but the area is all fenced off. (The mother of all flingo-flingos!)
There is so much more to see in this display, but they aren't officially open until April. This is a business that specializes in selling the 'Unusual'. I don't know what they do with it all, but we had a good time taking pictures. I want to go back and get some better pictures some day. (Their advertising sign says, "Where Do They Get All This Stuff?") Good question.
There's a sign out by the road: "The owner says, Make Me An Offer".
Apparently there aren't any takers yet.
Karen, first you should definitely go back in April and make a purchase. If you noticed most of the big items are already loaded on handy trailer for easy transportation.
**********************update from Karen**********************
The place is called M. Schettl Sales and it is located near Oshkosh, WI. They used to have another location a bit farther out in the country, but now have moved a lot of their inventory right near Hwy. 41 (the freeway). We had gone to their old location several times but never bought anything, as the statues are out of our budget (and out of this world!) but had a whole lot of fun just looking at it all, sort of like a flea market/outdoor museum of Humongous Yard Art-Collectibles.
Here's the website:
http://www.mschettl.com/
Thanks Karen!
I gasped and my heart went pitty-pat really fast when I saw the Flingo-flingo god. Must have directions to this place as the husband keeps threatening me with a trip to Wisconsin this year! I could turn the trip into a pilgrimage to see this divine creation.
ReplyDeleteTufa Girl, I wonder what the price range of these beauties are. Wouldn't my neighbors just love me when I come pulling up hauling a 20 ft flamingo on a flat bed trailer. Heck the pilgrimage from Wisconsin to North Carolina hauling it would make a great documentary.
ReplyDeleteI wonder what the shipping charge is for a 20-foot tall concrete flingo-flingo from Wisconsin to North Carolina? I must have it. The only thing that would be better is a Pelican. I have a fetish about Pelicans.
ReplyDeleteMorningGlory, a very good question. We should ask. Perhaps there is a pelican in the back.
ReplyDeleteHey, I am up for a road trip! I need to do an intervention on a knock out rose purchase in NC... I could bring the thing to you!
ReplyDeleteTufa Girl, um... what knock rose.
ReplyDeleteIs your truck big enough to haul such an awesome load? Oh what am I sayin' you are a Texan. Of course, your truck is big enough.
Holy buckets, the flingo mothership? This is awesome. Excellent field reporting!!!
ReplyDeleteThis is another udderly hilarious post.
ReplyDeleteEl Gaucho, I know. We have a good crop of talent this year. You know I think that big fish would look good you your yard. Perhaps I assign gigantic yard art today.
ReplyDeleteOne, ouch. For that I am gifting you the cow.
Oh, how awesome would it be to have that brontosaurus in the garden?!
ReplyDeletePearl
Size does matter, I guess.
ReplyDeleteI would love to buy that flamingo. Just to piss off my neighbors.
Pearl, I am feeling generous today. It's yours.
ReplyDeleteRosey, Looks like you may have to fight MorningGlory for the flamingo unless someone can find her a giant Pelican.
Must. Have. Giant. T-Rex. I wonder what shipping costs from Wisconsin to Texas would be on something like that??
ReplyDeleteCatzilla, what we need is a great big convoy. We could have a string of oversized yard art traveling down the freeway and dropping off where needed until all ginormous items are delivered to their new homes.
ReplyDeleteIt would be an awesome sight.
I think the cow is a bovine feminist statement. She lures the bull by swishing her red skirt then at the last moment she reveals that she has horns too.
ReplyDeleteb-a-g, that almost settles it you are a guy. (I'm pretty sure) I've already promised the cow to One so I think you need the Atlas because it is all manly and stuff.
ReplyDeleteOf course I have a truck, you should see what all has been hauled or towed behind it. Short trip to Pearl's house to drop off the brontosaurus and then off to North Carolina. The trailer may even be big enough for hauling multiple treasures.
ReplyDeleteWhat do I get, LH? This is a find akin to the discovery of a giant prehistoric rabbit:
ReplyDeletehttp://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2011/03/110323-giant-rabbit-minorca-biggest-bunny-science-nuralagus-rex-largest/
Which begs the question...if it doesn't hop, is it really a rabbit? If it has horns, is it really a cow? Is it better because it's bigger? Is that what she said? Do I like asking rhetorical questions?
redgirl, first this quote from your very scientific link (I was impressed)
ReplyDelete"The newfound rabbit's "roly-poly, tanklike" appearance and weird anatomy may have arisen because of its stress-free lifestyle, Kraatz added. " - pretty much describes a lot of people I know.
You have to have the 3 hanging deer with the gutted hunters. Nothing says redgirl, like blood and gore. (and I mean that in the nicest possible way)
I want the moose! I want the moose! I think this year the farm across the road from my apt. is growing alfalfa or something, but next year it will be corn. I would love to gift them with the giant moose to stand in the corn field. Wait! Wait! I need a dinosaur there to scare away the sneaky little children of the corn....
ReplyDeleteMom L, I think the dinosaurs are all spoken for but I can arrange for you to have the Moose.
ReplyDeleteLH - Yeah, I forgot about that in my excitement. You're right - I'll take the moose, if Tufa Girl wants to add Onawa, Iowa to her delivery route!
ReplyDeleteI agree: nothing says redgirl like an untold story and a warning to humans wandering the property.
ReplyDeleteWhat a tale!
And yes. I would love to have a giant bunny as a pet. Mom L deserves the moose because...um...moose (meese/mice) totally eat corn and all....right?
Mom L, yeah Onawa is only a stone's throw from Forth Worth.
ReplyDeleteredgirl, do I feel a story brewing?
Moose probably can eat whatever the heck they want.
A moose THAT size would probably HAVE to eat just about everything to maintain body weight.
ReplyDeleteI can just see all these poor animals trying to find out what their BMI is, but the chart won't go that far up.
"Yes ma'am, I am of the moose persuasion and weigh just shy of 4 tons. My height--Yes, I said four tons. No, this is not a joke. I need to see if I'm healthy, and my height is--hello? Hello?"
As for the story of the hunters, are the listeners requesting story time, wildlife edition?
yes, yes we are. Are you going to wait for people to beg?
ReplyDeleteThat's cool.
begging makes me feel powerful
ReplyDeleteor i should say:
ReplyDeleteOTHER people's begging makes me feel powerful
um...everyone must be taking a coffee break.
ReplyDeleteI guess you're the only one allowed to read it then.
ReplyDeleteOne day I should publish a book entitled redgirl's stories.
ReplyDeleteI would dedicate it to you. I would consider sharing the profits. If it is a lucrative as my t-shirt empire we are talking a big $24!
Ah, the avarice. As long as my blog gets a shoutout in the foreward...who could say no?
ReplyDeletethe bonus story will appear entitled "about the author"
OMG! What a fun trip. LOL! What huge critters they have in Wisconsin. Just one of those would take up my whole yard. ;-)
ReplyDeleteplease redgirl... tell us a story... please, please
ReplyDeleteLife's Highway, we are waiting for the calendar edition... that is where you will make your millions.
ReplyDeleteah, begging and/or adulation
ReplyDeleteand yes. I would buy a calendar
I like that moomoo cow~~
ReplyDeleteMarch 2012 could be a collage of today's photos, just saying...
ReplyDeleteOkkkaayy...here we go:
ReplyDeleteOf Deer and Hunters
Bob and Ted were good guys. They mowed their lawns, took out the trash, and took out bedridden Mrs. Primy’s liquor bottles so her husband wouldn’t find out she was an alcoholic.
But beyond that, the neighbors knew nothing.
Then men’s real character was seen only in the forest as they drove their deer tower truck into small saplings, caved in burrows, bate bear cub traps with honey, and killed fauns in front of their helpless mothers just for sport.
One day, the local deer community decided it had had enough. There numbers could no longer be decimated like this! And a bunch of hysterical, wilting does were getting annoying.
It was time.
Time to call in the SWAT team.
As of course you know, SWAT stands for the Sneaking While Among Trees team. And deer, but these three were good at it. Their names were Buck, Hyde, and Leon, and they were death in close foliage.
When Bob and Ted ventured into the woods that day, they didn’t know what awaited them.
They huddled atop the deer tower searching the trees fruitlessly for quivering fauns to gut in front of their mothers while Buck snuck up behind the truck.
“What was that crackle?” Bob asked, “It sounded almost like a deer.”
Ted was dismissive as he drank his bottle of Moose Drool. “Don’t be a dingbat, Bob.”
Hyde used an underground tunnel he had dug in preparation for the grand day and waited for the signal.
“Ida know Ted, but something ain’t right.”
Leon blew a raucous duck call. Seconds later, Hyde slashed the tires with a razor sharp spike of antler, while Buck cut the battery cables. Now the hunters were stranded with only a small ice chest of midrange quality beer, a box of Twinkies, a couple of 12 gauge side-by-sides and an extremely limited number of shells. Especially considering how bad of a shot Bob was.
The SWAT team wasn’t about to play a waiting game of attrition, so as soon as Bob and Ted were asleep from the beer and gluttony of the Hostess cakes, they struck. They nimbly climbed to the platform. Buck accidentally kicked Bob and he began to stir.
“Heeyy…what—“
On reflex, Buck flung the man over the side. The sound of him breaking his back over the hood of the truck was loud in the crisp night air. This, of course, woke Ted up, a-cursin’.
Leon knew what to do though. He had a vine wrapped around those ankles so tight you’d a-thought he were a trained roper and dangled the unfortunate hunter upside down.
But not before snagging his cap as a trophy.
After all, he had to have *some* proof to take back to the elders, to prove the job was done.
We could probably leave the photo of the redgirl's story line out of the collage. Might scare the husbands.
ReplyDeletesuch delicate flowers they are
ReplyDeleteclap clap clap, great great story. People really should read the comments. The comments are the best part.
ReplyDeleteI'm late for the party. But since I'm in Wisconsin thinking mother nature should REALLY look at her calendar and send spring I might be up for a road trip, especially considering the awesomness of this. Where pray tell might I find the mother all flingo Flamingos?
ReplyDeleteThen the most obvious question of the day is; Why is the fisherman in a baseball uniform?
Winnie, that is a very good question. Why is the baseball player fishing on the African Queen. Why has he retired his bat for a long long long fishing pole and is he trying to snag the elephant.
ReplyDeleteWe'll have to ask Karen as she is also in Wisconsin, it might make a worthy road trip for you. And you could aways do a little shopping.
Those would really tick off the neighbors, alas sadly the one that would be the most upset by it died last fall - though now that I think about it he may have liked a giant pink flamingo to match his glow in the dark squirrel and the bleach jug & bicycle wheel whirly gig in the backyard. I noticed the squirrell was the first thing the "kids" cleaned up - even before the funeral.
ReplyDeleteSeriously, pun alert... the baseball player is the "catcher" - as in catching fish....
ReplyDeleteWinnie...what we missed a glow in the dark squirrel!!!
ReplyDeleteTufa Girl, thanks for the warning
I WANT a deer holding a rifle. My own silent statement in my very own southern front yard. OMG, I want it so bad.
ReplyDeleteeventer, It would be perfect in your yard. I'll see if we can split the set.
ReplyDeleteEventer, that deer will look great next to the big unicorn you have in the front yard.
ReplyDeleteTufa Girl, how did you know? She has a big sparkly pink one. Eventer79 is a girly girl.
ReplyDeleteHoly Hog Heaven!! That place is GREAT! Extra points for the fabulous find!!!
ReplyDeleteAhh, redgirl, you surpassed even my expectations of your storytelling! I bow to you! I was napping - that's the only reason I didn't beg. Napping, you say? I was worn out from visions of the Moose trampling though the fields across the road.
ReplyDeleteeventer 79 - how about a kangaroo holding a rifle? Wasn't that Crocodile Dundee? Would a kangaroo get a long with a unicorn?
Winnie, I, too, wondered about the baseball uniform. Guess I was sneezing too hard to recognize the wonderful catcher's pun.
Thanks. I'm udderly delighted that I'm given the cow.
ReplyDeleteOMG, you need to go to the website: http://www.mschettl.com/
ReplyDeleteAh yes, Mom L, there was Skippy. But that one would be lost on our locals. Gotta go for the deer. I think he will able to be fend off the unicorn -- a thirty ought six has a longer range than a horn.
ReplyDeleteMom L: I could hear your psychic begging, so you're allowed to read the story. Plus, you read my blog AND you comment, so you have points stored up.
ReplyDeleteIf a giant moose and a giant unicorn (pink) got into a fight, who would win?
redgirl, that is easy. Sparkles always out trump massive antlers and shaggy hair.
ReplyDeleteIt is the rule of the jungle.
well the best time to actually catch it glowing was about dusk and about that time the old guy was already propped up in his chair that overlooked the neighborhod with his TV ears on watching EVERYTHING that went on. He was better than a burgler alarm and didn't miss much so I really doubted I could get a pic of the squirrell quietly. Honestly he died and the next day the squirrell was gone. Either a family member covetted it or thought it horrid.
ReplyDeleteWinnie, I am betting on the coveting. Nice story.
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