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!