When I was a child were given Easter chicks. The chicks were cute and cuddly, but they grew into roosters. That would be the roosters that would lie in wait and attack my legs every time I walked out the door. I grew to fear roosters, still. In an attempt to overcome the fear I have rooster stuff randomly placed in the garden and in the house.
When I saw the wisteria tendril wrapped around the rooster, it creeped me out. First for the imagery, second the fear of needing to remove the tendril.
Earlier in the year when the Brugmansia and Wisteria were blooming.
