Mr Scarecrow lived in the field where a farmer had planted him. He was quite happy most days. Unless the water or snow made him wet, or the wind tried to blow his stuffing out, he smiled and whistled his fave songs. Wishing only for a friend.
Mrs Scarecrow lived in the garden where the farmer’s wife planted her. She had the same aversions as Mr Scarecrow did, and caught herself waving to him whenever they survived another run of bad weather. He waved back.
the Scarecrow philosophy on seasons and nature
Neither feared what they didn’t know of. Like being hungry, or real things like fire. They weren’t fond of things like pests (rats, mice, snakes, bugs, rust) and didn’t really consider that their one function in life was to chase away the one thing that might keep most of the pests away from them. Birds. They just did what they were designed for. Chase away the birds. They didn’t know the birds stole seeds that made the plants grow around them. The Scarecrows were confused whether birds were bad or good. But they did their jobs anyway.
Mr and Mrs Scarecrow got used to seeing each other and put a bit of flirt and affection into their survival waves as time went by. They worried about the other when the farmer and his wife took them off their hooks to add a bit of stuffing or put on a new outfit if their old one became a bit mildewy or tattered from the weather and pests. And the rare bird that saw past the glamour of the scarecrow and dumped their disdain on their clothes. Yes, now and then, they needed a fresh change of clothes. They were quite thankful that the farmer and his wife saw to this need. They checked out the other’s new gear and waved and smiled. Quite happily. Now and then there was even a wink or two.
the Scarecrow philosophy on technology
Mr Scarecrow thought about tools in big terms, like tractors, and trucks. Mrs Scarecrow thought about them in smaller terms, like rakes and hoes. Though she quite liked the garden tractor and the tiller that came thru a couple times a year and made things fresh for another season or two. Mr Scarecrow mocked the small toys she thought were fabulous, and Mrs Scarecrow felt frissions of fear at the largeness of the big things he took for granted. Neither of them saw beyond the needs of their domain. So things like computers were unheard of. Though Mr and Mrs Farmer’s children could have said they were fun and the farmers were happy to use them as a tool for the farm as well.
the Scarecrow philosophy on science and math
Mr and Mrs Scarecrow were both slaves to the weather and planting seasons, but never thought that things like science and math might help these masters of theirs work better. But Mr Farmer was taking a few courses to help out in those directions. So the farmer family might last beyond his generation. He’d seen one too many of his neighbours kicked off their land by bank foreclosures. He had a few dollars in the bank and a package of benefits and insurance against a rainy day. For their sakes.
the Scarecrow philosophy on birth and death
Mr and Mrs Scarecrow saw the farmer and his wife thru their many offspring. But all they knew was the kids liked to chew their straw and play tag around them. They were somewhat of a pest to the Scarecrows as well. In field and garden. And truth be told. the scarecrows wanted them gone. Which was kind of silly, considering family farms such as theirs don’t exist without the kids. Do they? For the next generation.
Now and then, Mr and Mrs Scarecrow saw the farmer family dress in black and go somewhere in their car. They came back sadder. But for the Scarecrows, they just wished that this silly behaviour that brought on sadness stopped. Though Mrs Scarecrow sometimes found it brought her a new bench or garden gnome to look at. Which she thought was nice. Mr Scarecrow didn’t get any of the benefit so he just wanted them to stop wearing black and going away in their car. If all it did was bring sadness.
the Scarecrow philosophy on communication
Mr and Mrs Scarecrow were quite happy being mute. They saw the farmer family often getting into trouble for things they called jokes, lies, secrets and spats. The Scarecrows often thought the farmers would be better off if they just shut up. They thought waves, smiles and flirting at surviving and changing clothes were the better way to go. And you know? The Scarecrows may just have a point 😛
Ah such is the life of a scarecrow though. Do you think it’d work for us humans?