It has a horseshoe mounting bracket, and Dad's name is engraved on the bell. Hanging outside for 29 years in all kinds of weather didn't seem to hurt it.
Now when I want to call the family for dinner all I have to do is pull the ribbon. The clapper is in the shape of a music note and makes a lovely (and loud!) chiming sound. It took me two years to decide what to do with Dad's bell, but we finally hung it up in time for his birthday next week. Happy Birthday, Dad! We miss you.