I turned them around backwards easily since they happen to fit in the existing slots of the wood fence. It was the hatchling of the adult Mockingbird that was upset with the mirror by perching on a seven armed maiden statue that stands in the middle of a birdbath and was vehemently chirping at its reflection. The adult has no interest in the mirror this year.

re: the song, I accidently pasted it twice in a row. It is actually quite short.

If anyone here is familiar with the radio play The Investigator, one can see the opportunity to do a similar genre piece as it would apply to the current administration.