Ok so sometime in late spring, I was taking pictures of the flowers in the backyard (I keep trying to capture what it all looks like but it's impossible to capture the total look...at least for me and my non-
existent photography skills)
So while I was capturing photos, I looked up and noticed that you could see John in my bedroom window. I had forgotten I put him there, so it took me by surprise.
John was in the window for a purpose...not to just be funny....he was supposed to be doing a job. He failed, however. See, sometime in early spring the birds in my backyard got all Hitchcock on me. For reasons I'm not completely sure of...though I would guess it was reflections from the morning sun...these birds started
kamikaze crashing (loudly, mind you) into my bedroom window. Now, that's disturbing, in and of itself, but it's even more disturbing when it happens at 6:00 am. Yes, these were the early birds out catching something more than worms, I would guess. (Or maybe they were the party all night birds still trying to get home from last night's excursion...I don't know). Whatever the case, I was losing sleep that I did not want to lose. I kept hoping maybe they would eventually all break their little necks and be done with it...but it never happened. So I got this brilliant idea. A scarecrow...yes, what we needed was a scarecrow (or a
scarerobin in this case). So who is more intimidating than John Wayne? (well quite a few people but John happened to be the most available) He does make a formidable foe, though...don't you think! I did. But the birds....well, they could care less. I think they saw right through him... (literally)...they didn't miss a beat...every morning starting at 6:00 am the crashing continued. We started thinking perhaps that's why the
Matthays sold this house. Finally, however, finally....around early summer they gave it a rest and John well he got retired to another room. He does make an
occasional appearance, however, in Mom's closet, bed, chair, or shower just to give her a little jump and chuckle (thanks to Doug) but his
scarebird days, they are over.
Ok so sometime in late spring, I was taking pictures of the flowers in the backyard (I keep trying to capture what it all looks like but it's impossible to capture the total look...at least for me and my non-existent photography skills)
John was in the window for a purpose...not to just be funny....he was supposed to be doing a job. He failed, however. See, sometime in early spring the birds in my backyard got all Hitchcock on me. For reasons I'm not completely sure of...though I would guess it was reflections from the morning sun...these birds started kamikaze crashing (loudly, mind you) into my bedroom window. Now, that's disturbing, in and of itself, but it's even more disturbing when it happens at 6:00 am. Yes, these were the early birds out catching something more than worms, I would guess. (Or maybe they were the party all night birds still trying to get home from last night's excursion...I don't know). Whatever the case, I was losing sleep that I did not want to lose. I kept hoping maybe they would eventually all break their little necks and be done with it...but it never happened. So I got this brilliant idea. A scarecrow...yes, what we needed was a scarecrow (or a scarerobin in this case). So who is more intimidating than John Wayne? (well quite a few people but John happened to be the most available) He does make a formidable foe, though...don't you think! I did. But the birds....well, they could care less. I think they saw right through him... (literally)...they didn't miss a beat...every morning starting at 6:00 am the crashing continued. We started thinking perhaps that's why the Matthays sold this house. Finally, however, finally....around early summer they gave it a rest and John well he got retired to another room. He does make an occasional appearance, however, in Mom's closet, bed, chair, or shower just to give her a little jump and chuckle (thanks to Doug) but his scarebird days, they are over.
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