Speaking of decorative yard critters:
When I was living in Juneau, a teacher friend of mine lived on the highway from the Fritz Cove Alaska Ferry terminal to Juneau proper. He had a collection of pink flamingo's that he would reorder in different processions and positions on a regular basis in his front yard. It was quite the talk of the town, even made the paper. Some of the stuff he did with those flamingo's would make you laugh out loud as you drove by.
One evening he came over to our house, "The Witches Hat", and told us someone had stolen one of his flamingos! He had about 12 of them, so it wasn't that big of a deal, but he went on about principles, artistry and such (he was a teacher and is a good artist, after all). We all agreed it was a cruel twist to his artistic expression.
After a while we all forgot about the flamingo, although we all vowed to keep our eyes peeled for an out-of-place pink flamingo (is there one that isn't?).
A month or so later, we got a cryptic call from David, who simply said: "The flamingo's back!" (I think he even named them)
A while later he came over and told us the story: A retired couple had enjoyed his flamingo show so much, they decided to suprise him. They were just about to leave for a world tour, and decided to take the flamingo with them.
He pulled a pile of pictures out of his pocket, and we all looked at them. In each one was the flamingo: Rome, Paris, picture after picture. Sometimes the couple was in them, sometimes just one of them. Often, it was just the flamingo.
We laughed our asses off...