A few days of high & gusty winds braided the cords of the aluminum fish school wind chime hanging over the end of the patio:
It’s obviously an old, much-repaired relic.
My Shop Assistant added those blue fins many years ago, quite some time after she and a friend lost one of the fish while using them as digging implements. An unmarked replacement fish, crudely bandsawed from black-coated aluminum, began swimming in stealth mode amid the school.
Sometimes it’s not the object, it’s the memories…
The Smell of Molten Projects in the Morning 