Not very often, though.
This chappy's been on our roof since my 50th birthday - 9 or so years now.
Wasn't an easy task to get it, says She, and I can believe that.
German suppliers were out of the question " You want a WHAT as a weathervane?" .
Probably would have ended up with an oval hairy fruit stuck on the roof....
Someone in the UK had one with a hockey stick in its beak (look, just don't ask me...) so it was easy enough for them to get the oxy-acetylene torch going and away we were.
Much admired and a fixed point on kiddies' birthday party activities - When does the next bus leave for Mainz, what's the name of the bird on the roof at blablabla, how many battens are in the picket fence at wuggawuggawugga. That sort of stuff.
So we've become quite good at imparting the knowledge to ankle-biters that there are 3 types of kiwi - bird, fruit and inhabitants of New Zealand.
There was something about eating roots and leaves too, but I've forgotten how it goes....