Blockhead

Cleaning out cupboards towards the end of last year resulted in a bag of clothing past it's time.  Too scruffy to give away, too scruffy to wear - except for gardening.  But how many gardening outfits does one need...?  So, what to do with them?


Put them on a scarecrow :)  We had the clothes, we had schlepped along a couple of bales of straw from town (out in the country now, they mainly produce e-n-o-r-m-o-u-s round strawbales - finding normal, small rectangular ones was quite a search, but never tell me I can't do / make / try something...nothing I love more than a mission LOL) and Rman had the (recycled) wood from the auction to make the frame...


...RMan got busy making the frame - too busy, as he discovered.  Trying to put clothing on a rigid structure wasn't wasn't easy, so a couple of pieces temporarily got unscrewed to complete the task...


MKid also got involved clothing the object - and, trust me, it was a really hot day to be bothering with such things.  But they persisted.

Then MKid was tasked with drawing a face.  Not being tall enough yet to stand next to it to do the job, why not lie it down on the ground, and just sit on it's chest?

The red t-shirt was left loosely flapping in the breeze - to help scare away the birds which ate all our grapes...

When we asked MKid why the scarecrow had tears running down his face, he said, "Because he's too hot"!  Gotta love that kid!

And, why is he called blockhead?  Well, we did, initially, name him after our neighbour, CGuy, because their middle girth is about the same.  But RMan had constructed such a thick neck that his head and neck became one big square feature.  So, Blockhead he is!


Who cares - as long as he keeps the birds away :)