A Personal Vendetta

I have a personal vendetta. Against birds. It has been said that the early bird gets the worm, but it has yet to be said that the late bird gets the strawberry.

Freaking birds.

So my garden is doing lovely, for the most part. The marigolds and the cantaloupe have expired, but the rest is doing quite well. The strawberries are producing and they are lovely looking. Until the birds get to them. A week ago I noticed that my strawberries would start to turn pink and then all of a sudden half of them would be eaten. So I made a scarecrow. Out of a wooden angel that Boyd and Hayley gave me and a stick. I thought it worked. I even saw more pink berries pop up.

And then today I noticed that they were again gone, pecked at by some rude bird. What did I ever do to you, birds? Dost thou not remember how hard I would try to make sure your nests weren't knocked down in Helaman?

I hate you. Birds.