Scarecrow Contest Boise Style
I was going to crossover post this to both the gardening blog and my haunt blog, but decided that all you wonderful creeps that I love so much might make comments that would get me banned from next year's competition. This is the local scarecrow competition . Kyle was sweet enough to come with me and did the navigating to find each entry for me to photograph. Apparently scarecrow contests have a similar draw in the western states as the eastern ones have. I of course found out how to enter for next years contest and we took home two cute little pumpkins from the pumpkin patch. We had a very nice afternoon, especially since we were one of the few couples not chasing after a bunch of tireless kids. I did enjoy watching some of the little ones dance to the live music though.
Now, for this year's contestants:
A big setup about knowing where your food comes from is an interesting idea.
I'm not sure what the back story here is.
This one was interactive, which was a huge hit, this lady was pretty set on making a proper face and removing the humorous stuff little kids did. So far, at least some real planning went into this one. It had velcro parts.
A teacher, student setup.
The 4H kids submission
This one was named The Leotards.
This is a crow.
More cute faces.
I like the creepy face.
While this is not my taste, it was really well done and has decent design.
With the prices they charge, this restaurant could have put in a little more effort.
Something about germs and a stethoscope.
Sponge-guy made of sponges.
Jack Sparrow, Urrrrrggggh. First use of a wig head though.
This was K's fave (of the collective), while it does not meet my criteria for a great scarecrow, it does have a bit of decent design thought behind it.
Next use of a wig head.
I voted for her as third because she's a redhead and the Flaming Red Fedoras sounds fun- whatever it is. Damn, even with all my weight lifting and stuff, my arms are no where near that huge.
I guess I liked this guy the most, I just forgot about him when voting time came around. Yes, he is wearing Crocks, and is apparently a double amputee.
I'm pretty sure the stone is store bought, but the application of feathers must have been a mutha.
Whatever I enter in next year's competition it will be named "What if Mandy Patinkin was a horse-(The Scarecrow)."
It was the "Fall Festival" or something, but good grief, it was 90 degrees out there in the desert.