Tuesday, June 26, 2007
This is a story my daughter Kelly wrote. She is 11-years-old. I am very proud of her!
A little crow sat on the telephone wire looking down at our garden. We looked out the window and saw the crow go down to eat the buds of the tomatoes. My mom told me to run out there and shoo him away. That day our neighbor told us that birds are eating their buds also. She said, “To prevent that, I am making a scarecrow.” We looked at her, confused, and said, “What a good way to scare them away!”
As born and raised Jersey girls we didn’t know what a scarecrow was. So we looked it up in the dictionary. It said, “A crude image of a person set up to scare birds away from growing crops.” We thought it was something on porches on Halloween. The next day our neighbors put a shirt and hat on their old plow. I told mama that I could make a better one than theirs.
On the next day I had gotten three long stakes and nailed them together. They looked like a cross. Then I brought it inside and put green pants on him, a green plaid farm shirt, blue mud boots, an orange hat, and mostly straw as hair. Then I got dad to tie him to the garage with wire because the garage was beside the garden. My mom and dad thought it was the best looking scarecrow ever. So I said to mama to invite the neighbor over to see the garden, but really to see the scarecrow.
Well, we solved our problem about the birds eating the buds on the tomatoes. But now, what do we do about the deer?