Someone's had a batty idea.
They've called him Chief Flying Crow so I don't have to think of a caption for this one.
This one's obviously a chip off the old block
This one was standing outside a house called Cloud Cottage, but I reckon it should have been called Donerobbin.
Dressed to kill, dressed to thrill.
What terribly farming people!
The people who made this scarecrow have just been horsing about.
"Well, yes, we are going on a journey, but I'm afraid we're not related to those people who bank at Lloyd's."
Wonderful! They've called this window-fitting scarecrow Mr P.V. Sea. Even more awful than my captions, so I'm not bothering to give him one.
I think this one's completely potty.
"Cheers! Isn't it Red Nose Day today?"
"We're riding bearback."
Mr Scarecrow and I have decided that we're getting a bit tired of this game, so I'm stopping now. Go and enjoy the Festival tomorrow in East Budleigh.
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