A few weeks ago, I noticed a large, metal antler in our workshop. I recognized it as coming from a sculpture outside, and meant to ask other staff about it later (no one else was around that evening). But I kept forgetting. It even took me a while to remember to go outside and look at the sculpture. (You probably don't want me watching your house while you're on vacation.)
Eventually, I thought to ask. So this is what happened. It had rained most of May. We had a lot of high wind, and a whole lot of rain. So much rain that a persistent drought finally broke. Lakes that were mostly empty, having been drawn down the last few years, were literally filled to overflowing in a two-week space. It was hard to believe.
The ground, of course, got pretty saturated. The soil beneath the elk's feet loosened, and even with secure anchors, the sculpture toppled one night in the wind. And so the beast fell on its side, its nose buried in the dirt. And one antler came loose.
Now that the soil is drying, it's going to take five or six people to push the elk back up on its feet, after the new anchors have been fastened. Then the lost antler will be reattached to the elk's head. And I won't be seeing it lying oddly in the shop anymore.
From time to time, we'll post info here about what's going-on at the museum.