My Medals

We shine at in the day we clatter at night we are a knights armour.
We hate it when people drop me when they carry me in their hand.
Our metal is as strong as diamond that has just been mined.
We are in a weak tiny metal box.
We have words all over us but we don`t know what they mean.
We are lying here while we are getting as squished as a dead bird
that has been run over by a truck.
We sit here every sunrise and sunset.
Our owner will be so upset if we all got lost.
We mean so much to him because the first one he got was when he was six.
He describes us as a new species of the night kookaburra.
We are his jewellery.