I’ve wanted, for most of my life, to make a scarecrow. So, at the ripe old age of 32 I finally realized my dream. Upon completion we sat together on the porch for awhile and when I finally decided to go inside I caught a glimpse of my recent creation out of the corner of my eye, thus scaring 10 years off my life. “Oh my GAWD, A PERSON” was my thought process for 1.67 seconds. Enough to terrify me. And no, he wasn’t that good. I am just retarded.
But it was a great way to spend a rainy Wednesday afternoon with a six-year old human.
The first step was to get all the chickens distracted so no unauthorized chicken poop made its way into the scarecrow building area.
Now, I had full intentions of making a scarecrow with my old painting overalls. Until I went to fetch them out of the closet THEN I remembered I threw them away in a fit of rage about 3 months ago because I could no longer fit my hips into them. Dang it.
So Rob was gone for the day and I raided his side of the closet for objects worn to indecency. Not hard to do really……
It was a group effort really, the pants are Rob’s, the shirt is a cast-off never worn, the gloves are mine, the scarf is Addie’s and the hat belongs to Gus.
The hay was the horses but I don’t think they mind.
So first I tied the ends of the pants with some hay string so the stuffing wouldn’t fall out.
Then Addie helped me fill him out.
Next came the shirt….
Shirt stuffing is a VERY serious business ya’ know.
Once stuffed properly we got him into a chair, fetched him some boots and went to work on the head.
I turned an empty bag of alfalfa pellets inside out and stuffed it with hay then tied it with more hay string for the head….
We made eyes, a nose and mouth…..
Now that they both are smiling…..
let’s finish him up!
Bandana, Hat and Beverage were all this good ol’ boy needed!
Even Stripe-Stripe came to check him out!
And while he may not scare any crows he sure did get me for a minute there!
Happy November everyone!