One morning I was out watering and water collected in a depression in one of our rocks. A little bird came to drink from the water. It wasn't at all shy about my presence.
We have multiple bird baths and a bubbling water feature but there is always room for more. Driving into the neighborhood on Friday I saw a sign to an estate sale. I pulled in to see if they had anything garden wise. Nothing of interest except half buried in the ground outside I saw this stone with water in it. When I asked about this forgotten piece of stone they told me $1. I'll take it. As I walked away the man said, "I think it was an ash tray" Then I saw the two places on the side to put a cigarette. Oh well, the birds won't mind I'm sure. I scrubbed it out and half buried it in the gravel.
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