I was minding my my own business, really. My friend, Susan, and I were walking from her house to a little place where we have breakfast now and again. As we rounded the second corner, there it was, calling my name.
Across the busy street, at the end of the driveway at a home where a garage sale was taking place, the thing - whatever it was - stood out. A thing of beauty and wonder and reminding me of sacred temples. Susan and I approached it. Six feet tall. Three carved legs. Six sides. A locking door, and a large perch inside. OH, lord, I thought. I'll bet it's like three hundred dollars. Fading paint, shingled roof, hand-carved rooster on the top. Oh, I'm done in!
Susan had to admit to its magnificence. "How, um, much are you asking?" I fearfully asked the lady. "Well, I dunno, how about...."
Ughn. Nghegh. Unh. I held my breath.
Yes, I did. I bought it. I had to. It called my name. Shane written all over it. Piece by piece we loaded it in my car, and home I drove. Bill helped me unload it. He smiled. He got it. Finally, when re-assembled in the entry, he said: "This is really something. It's pretty spectacular." He didn't even ask how much, and when I told him what I paid, he gave me the look. Really, I insisted. "Well, you got a helluva deal."
So what is it? Where'd it come from?
Google-on. I found two similar; one painted, one not. The painted one was at an auction-estate sale house, part of many other things. It sold for $750.00 and is listed as a Madura Island rooster pen. Hmm. The second was not painted, and was listed as an Indonesian bird cage, being sold for $500.00.
It's a sacred temple. A beautifully carved piece of art, a slice of bliss. Sigh and swoon.