Found 'em!

Way last March, we did the annual greasing of the windmill. The mister had to get up on a ladder to remove the works - the blades and the rudder - then put a few squirts of grease into the, hmm - you know what do-hickey I mean, the place where you squirt the grease? It's a great puzzle word, I'll let you know when I think of it.
So then, the greasing done, the works back in place, we sit back in our chairs to admire what a smooth windmill we have, all ten feet of it.
But wait! What is that still sitting way up there on the little shelf at about nine feet? He forgot the screwdrivers! We didn't want to put up that tall ladder again, so I bumped them to the ground with a garden rake. Plop, plop, we watched them fall straight to the ground, exactly beneath the windmill. But do you think we could find them! Plants were barely inches high in March; we looked and looked, but to no avail - until today when I was cleaning up around there. Can you see them. All rusted, but found!