Silence Do Good

Weather Vane Willie. Content Warning.

The thing about copper weathervanes is they get downright nasty when they oxidize. Green as goblin snot, as my sister Ellie would say, though she pretends to be a proper lady these days. That particular weather vane — a rooster with its chest puffed out like it owned the whole damn sky — had been perched atop Old Man Thatcher’s barn since before my grandpappy was knee-high to a grasshopper’s disappointing son.