I don't really have a plan or a precise list of what I'll be making. Honestly, I'm switching gears quite often on the advent calendar...which is the real fun of it, it's taking on a life of its own.
For instance, I'd intended on, and even started, making another cow and more chickens. But I've been watching real life antics outside and it influenced a quick shift. I set aside the cluckers and instead made this..
The weather took a rather marked change last week. We, here in Minnesota, had a mild late fall/early winter then wham-o, we were hit with a pounding of snow and a marked dip in temps. Consequently, those crafty crows, found themselves hungry and immediately turned their sights on the chicken feed outside.
Last year, there was a battle of wits as well but I still had a roo. He swiftly set every last crow on their heel and sent them packing. This winter, without a rooster, my three hens are on their own. Crazy Harriet seemed up to the battle but she's on the smaller side and the crows were ganging up on her...distracting from one side while others swooped in from behind. Poor girl was out-numbered, exponentially.
I set the dogs out for patrol, but the crows would roost and wait. Dogs would lose interest and move along. ugh. Back to square one.
Frustrated, I called upon oldest son to dig out that airsoft gun. The cackling soon shifted from the crows to first born son. He stood outside the back door (scarecrow like?) and ripped off just a few shots. That worked. No animals were actually harmed in the making of this whole story, but he got plastic pellets to ping all over the place. Close enough, at least, to make a point. Fortunately they're smart birds and moved along.
whew.
So there ya go, that's how crows and a scarecrow made their way into my advent-scape.
You may have noticed that I only tied up one corner of the gunnie-sack head. That was intentional. I originally tied up both and it looked like a teddy bear scarecrow. lol. Now he just looks tattered and weathered.
Before I go, I captured a so-so photo of Gusty with our cats Kiki (tortoise female) and Morty (grey male). Kiki would be feral if she didn't love sleeping in a warm bed. She has about this > < much time for humans and even less time for poor lovey-dovey Mort. Seeing her in the same room with Morty, then joining in on a little yarn play was just "wow, that never happens!!"