Pant legs flapping in the wind look as though they are trying to get away from that pinching pin of wood, hoping to catch up to the shirts hanging beside them. The wind holds their legs just far enough off the ground to keep them from running away in the yard. They keep flapping and flipping undaunted by their captor of wrapped twine and metal poles, seemingly unaware of their unanimated condition. White T-shirts hung from the shoulders seem pinched and tethered, helpless to change their position. Wind finds its way behind their opposition and pushes it out of the way. This is something you do not see everyday.