Poor George

Yesterday evening I took Farmer George down from his tree in the Bradwell Road, where he has been doing sterling service over the past two months by advertising our Scarecrow Trail to passers-by. Poor George! One of his ChucK Taylors was missing, along with his foot. George’s head was so floppy that he had to gaze at the stars, and his clothes were dirty and covered in bird droppings. Today I’m rebuilding him, so that he will be fit to meet his admiring public, who have been following his progress on my blog, when the trail opens on Saturday. George must be the only scarecrow ever who has had his clothes laundered!