Only the one here, an estate sale find in non-running order. It was part of a furniture lot I bid on; I couldn't get it running and didn't have the heart to chuck it, so off it went to Sarge's clock guy up in Littitz, Pennsylvania. I figured it was some sort of Chinese knock-off, but he assured me that, no, it was indeed a Bavarian clock.

It's been a year and it's still running well. Reminds me of my grandfather, a native German-American who grew up in Baltimore and worked as a cutter in a men's clothing factory downtown. He had a cuckoo in his dining room. He was a hoot.