James Galvin

“I am fear incarnate. I am the terror of Gotham. I am the Scarecrow!”

I must admit that ever since I was small I secretly suffered a morbid fear of scarecrows. For some people its vampires, for others its evil clowns, but ever since Harold, there was nothing that could chill me to the marrow like the all-knowing, accusing eyes of an abused scarecrow waiting for his chance to get revenge.

“I lift void eyes and scan
the sky for crows, those ravening foes,
of my strange master, Man.I watch him striding lank behind
his clashing team, and know
soon will the wheat swish body high”

But the crows have been a menace this year, eating all of the hens’ food. What better chance to exorcise my demons and save a few oats while I’m at it.

In the spirit of the World Cup, I am pleased to introduce to you my new friend Wayne:

I had initially gone with the face below, but I know that theres no way I would have been able to lock them up at night with that fella standing over them. Terrifying.

This is what happens when you’re unemployed for too long.