garden patrol

Our scarecrow doesn't really scare easily. He's comfortable in our 'hood' and smiles through all types of weather. Unfortunately, he doesn't scare easily. What I mean is: no bird, squirrel, or possum seems to take him seriously. Perhaps its the missing arm? We haven't the heart to replace him, even though we throw embittered glances his way when a tomato gets pecked or the peaches get dive-bombed. Matt has suggested that I sew him some new clothes. As far as garden patrol goes, maybe we'll just get a bb-gun.