There's an art to this stuff. Obviously this is a crime and a bummer, but stealing unwieldy items is fascinating.
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in reply to @ietyler's post:
What!! I can’t even imagine how this was done. There are so many ways they could be caught in the middle of doing this and they weren’t.
The town I live in has this old neighborhood bar that has this 5x5foot concrete cube in the parking lot. It's painted white with the bar's name and a leprechaun embossed in green. It's been stolen and returned several times over the years. The thing is extremely heavy, too, so moving it is a feat.
usually just turns back up after a while. sometimes the cops find it, once they found it in someone's back yard.
Honestly if you manage to steal such an unwieldy item and manage to not get caught doing it, you've earned it
in reply to @belarius's post:
Doyle owl reference! I was in the ice brawl that wiki article mentions. We filled up a big trashcan of hot water in the bathrooms and dumped it on the owl to try and melt it, but it just made the fight muddy and slippery.
The Owl made an appearance on the front lawn around 2007 (2006?), gently unloaded from the back of a pickup while all eyes were turned toward the start of thesis parade. Its prior keepers had encase it in a protective resin, then further encased it in a slab of concrete with just its front third or so peeking out. Hard to say what the total weight was, but it has to have exceeded a thousand pounds total. Because it had rained, this concrete square immediately sank a couple inches into the mud, and then steadfastly resisted every attempt at being moved for about 25 minutes. Attempts to pry it up fails because the prybar would simply sink into the soft muddy grass. This created a rare circumstance: Anyone could approach and touch the Owl without conflict, because those who coveted it were standing around totally stymied, thinking furiously about what possible mechanism could be improvised to get it back to the concrete path. Eventually, an elaborate system of distributed levers was concocted using wood scavenged from the ruins of the Castle (which had been stormed and torn down per the traditions of the day by a crowd largely unaware that the Owl lay just a couple hundred feet away), and the manner in which this distributed the pressure on the grass kept the fulcrum stable enough that folks finally got under it properly. Those who had devised this solution were more or less allowed to take it uncontested by a small crowd of onlookers who seemed to agree that they had earned it.
But not before I and many other at least had the chance to touch the elusive beast in an unhurried manner that few public Owl appearances before or since have made possible.
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