scare crow

Yesterday I went to Adel to take Mom and Aunt Dot out to lunch for her 80th birthday. Among other things, I gave her a shirt that said that 80 is the new 50. I have always thought of Mom as being 52 years old because of her energy an constant activity. This is getting harder to believe, now that I am 54. After lunch, we came back to the farm and helped Uncle make my first scare crow. Uncle Virgil never does any thing half way. He is having problems with birds eating all of his fish. So, he got a propane cannon that goes off every 20 minutes making me jump every time. Then he went up town and bought a new red shirt jeans and hat for his scarecrow. I took pictures as we built him and named him something different as he progressed. We stuffed him so full, that he looked like popeye, jojo the giant and maybe even female. Then, I called him gigi for go away birds and for their business. Later, as we were screwing in bolts, I called him Frankeinstein. Soon, as we screwed his country hat on, he looked like Tennessee Joe with a head ache We laughed and struggled and stuffed and worked on this fellow for 3 hours. He had to be just right and then we cross the pond and set him up by his cannon. I sure hope that he sends the birds north, where they belong. I will never forget Mom's 80 birthday.