poor mr scallywag

During my usual ritual of getting everyone organised this morning I looked out the window to see something lying on the lawn that looked like an 'arm'.  I was a little shocked to start, because why would there be an 'arm' on my back lawn.  After my overactive imagination settled down, you know, 'the body farm' (way too many Scarpetta novels read in this house) and all that, littlest and I went to inspect.

Poor Mr Scallywag the Scarecrow's arm was dead on the lawn.  Hmmm, where's the dog???  Hiding in his doghouse, that's where!

Matthew was less than impressed to say the least.  

Guess that's another job on the list - doctoring Mr Scallywag!!


Hope you have a nice day :)