The Reign of the Scarecrow

Traditional scarecrowThey stand vigil throughout our town this time of year, and can be seen doing the same in small towns, yards, and yes, even in cornfields all across America.  The scarecrow, one of the most familiar figures in farming communities here in the United States and in many other parts of the world, is also a traditional symbol of the harvest season.

Scarecrow festivals featuring scarecrow-making demonstrations and contests crop up nearly everywhere in autumn.  I love the autumn, and I welcome all it has to offer, including those pumpkin-headed, raggedy-clad men of the field, but I’ve always thought it seems kind of odd that scarecrows are put up as autumn decorations, when now would be the time that their work for the year is done. 

I’ve never read of such a ritual, but can imagine a long-ago summer solstice celebration honoring the scarecrow.  The townspeople would gather and spend the day joyously constructing these revered protectors of the crop.  At dusk, the figures would solemnly be erected as seasonal guardians over their fields, after which much feasting and celebrating would continue by firelight well into the night – for this is the time when a scarecrow’s work starts and he has a long, hard job ahead of him.  Scarecrow festivals at the start of summer make more sense to me than in autumn.  Putting up scarecrows in fall seems a backward way of doing things.             

But who am I to argue with technicalities?  I like scarecrows as much as the next person.  Last October, driving home from vacationing up north, we passed through a small town that seemed to be inhabited entirely by scarecrows – every home, every business we drove by had a scarecrow keeping watch outside.  I pressed my nose up against the car window just like a kid, trying to get a glimpse of each one.

In our own town, South Haven, a Parade of Scarecrows is part of our month long Harvest Moon Festival.  The merchants downtown erect scarecrows outside their storefronts, and they are judged in different categories:  most original, scariest, judges’ choice, people’s choice, and best representation of the business which made it.  My favorite last year was The Raven, in human-sized form and dressed as Edgar Allen Poe himself.

Poe's Raven 

Using a raven, cousin to the crow, to scare the crows?  Although this particular raven was far too well-dressed to get to the down and dirty job of keeping the crows out of the fields, it’s not the first bird to be used as a scarecrow, real or fictional.  The Senecas, a Native American tribe in what is now New York, fed corn soaked in a mixture of herbs to crows.  The herbal mixture was a poison that caused the crows to fly erratically through the fields, thus scaring away other birds.  In southern Appalachia, it was a common practice to hang dead crows from poles to frighten other crows.  A similar method was used in the fictional work Robinson Crusoe.  Crusoe hangs dead crows in his patch of corn in order to frighten away other birds daring to enter the area.  It worked, “…I could never see a bird near the place as long as my scarecrows hung there."  This, though not the modern idea of a scarecrow, is thought by some to be probably the first time the word “scarecrow” appeared in literature. Robinson Crusoe was written in 1719. 

Scarecrows, or whatever the term used, appeared long before 1719.  Scarecrows have been a historical figure of the crops for thousands of years.  Since the first crop was planted, man has been trying to thwart the efforts of birds and animals from destroying it.  Ancient Egyptians used net-covered wooden frames to keep quail out of their fields.  In Japan, the putrid scent of burning bamboo poles hung with rags, meat or fish bones kept birds and animals out of the rice fields; the Japanese called these scarecrows “Kakashis” which translates into “something that smells badly.” 

In Ancient Greece, Priapus was a god of fertility, horticulture, and viticulture.  He was deformed by what some texts politely refer to as a grotesquely large “club,” and because GRIT is a nice, family-oriented publication, I will leave it at that. Statues honoring him were erected throughout Greece, not only in temples, but in the countryside where his large deformity served not only a symbol of the fields’ fertility, but as a method to scare the birds, animals and would-be thieves.

Ancient cultures often attributed things they did not understand to gods or spirits.  Offerings and symbols were used as a way to appease these gods.  Like the statues honoring Priapus, these symbols often were representations of the gods themselves, or had magical powers.  Farmers used these early “scarecrows” in their fields in hopes the gods would bestow upon them a good crop.  In Japanese mythology, the deity Kuebiko is a scarecrow who knows and sees everything.  In Germany during the Middle Ages, scarecrows were made in the form of witches, who would draw to them the evil spirits of winter.  Once the witch devoured winter, it was safe for spring to arrive.  Figures such as these slowly evolved into the scarecrows we are familiar with.   

The medieval British used live boys as “crow scarers,” a tactic also used by Native Americans and early American settlers.  But the Plague killed half the population of Britain making “crow scarers” scarce, and as the colonies in America became more populated, the need for grain increased, and it wasn’t feasible for farmers to be out in the fields all day shooing away the birds.  Straw-stuffed sacks with gourd or turnip heads were erected on poles to take the place of live bird shooers. 

The bogeywife of oldThe German immigrants in Pennsylvania had a nice idea.  They gave their scarecrows, which they called “blootzamon” or bogyman, a mate to keep him company during his long days out in the field – although the “bootzafrau” or bogeywife most often stood on the other side of the field.

Sometime in the mid-1800s, scarecrows began to be used not only for the utilitarian purpose of protecting crops, but also purely for decoration.  More than just a crude sack filled with straw, they became a type of folk art form.  Each with its own unique personality, these are the scarecrows of autumn festivals, such as the Parade of Scarecrows in our town.

Our downtown scarecrows were not your typical Wizard of Oz–type scarecrows.  The hardware store’s was made from a rake, tools and barbeque grill parts. A restaurant had a mannequin dressed in a 50s style waitress uniform. She was quite pretty in a quirky sort of way, but badly needed to shave her legs – she had straw-hair sticking through her stockings. The macabre was well represented.  The same boutique that did Poe’s Raven last year went with the literary Halloween-type scarecrow again this year in the form of Washington Irving’s Headless Horseman.

Headless Horseman

The hair salon where I get my hair cut used a mannequin hair-stylist holding giant scissors, hovering over another mannequin sitting in a barber’s chair.  This “customer’s” head lay severed in its lap. A sign described the scene, “You said you wanted a little off the top.”  I’m thinking maybe I need to switch stylists….while I still have a head left to think. 

These scarecrows are fun, but the questions still remains, “why are scarecrows used mainly as an autumn decoration?”  Modern, working scarecrows don’t even resemble that pumpkin-headed guy in the overalls.  Reflective Mylar tape, automatic air cannons, and windmills are what you see most in the fields today scaring away the birds and animals. 

Perhaps the scarecrow is a harvest symbol because we are thanking him, now and in generations prior, for the hard work he’s done in keeping our harvest bounty ours and not leaving it go to the birds.  So next time you come upon one of these hard-working guardians, tip your hat, wave, and thank him for a job well done.  Even if he hasn’t scared a single crow in his life, I bet he’s made you smile.  And that deserves a bit of thanks.

Good Junque

The corbelI’ve acquired a concrete corbel. I’m not sure yet what I’m going to do with it; right now it sits in one of the gardens and it just might end up staying there, filling up a hole where nothing is growing at the moment. I didn’t purchase the corbel; someone else had set it out for the trash.

Yes, I admit it, I’m a trash collector. I pick up junk that no one wants, and sets out on the side of the road for the garbage trucks. “Junque" is the word I prefer – ok, so it’s pronounced the same as “junk,” but it looks better ... more chic; less trashy maybe. And admitting I collect it is actually not much of an admission because everyone knows it. Even my boss, who used to laugh and scoff at the idea of picking up stuff by the side of the road, will come back from a job site with something in hand; a door from a barn, a piece of statuary or pottery the client didn't want anymore – all sorts of stuff. Sometimes the junque he brings me is even too junky for me and it ends up in the dumpster, and sometimes he'll tell me there's junk in the dumpster, and I should go take a look. He’s the one that brought me the corbel ... along with a couple of pots for his wife, and an only slightly rickety, but otherwise in good condition Adirondack chair for another co-worker.

My friend calls this junque "Ju-ju," and it is usually prefaced with the adjective "good" when she speaks of it. She has alerted me to it's presence by phone announcement, like some Blue-Light Special coming over the intercom at K-Mart, "Good ju-ju on the corner of Cherry and Superior - you better get there quick," which means she's already picked through it. There are certain things I always look for, and can not resist: any type of container that I can use as a planter, old wooden furniture, and solid wood paneled doors – a bonus if the fancy old iron hinges and doorknobs are still attached. My door collection is a running joke with my husband, Keith. He says the doors are cluttering up his garage, and wonders what I am going to do with them all? I don’t know; someday I’ll find a use for them ... maybe. Until then they’re not taking up that much space.

I rarely visit yard sales or flea markets; it’s just not the same thrill as finding something that’s already been discarded, and then dragging it home. As my daughter, Shelby once said, "Mom, yard sales are just Ju-Ju with a price tag." Junque is free; free is good.

Hard-good materials are often the greatest expense in garden projects. Brick, stone, and concrete are pricey. Add a few pieces of garden ornament, and the bill gets even larger. High costs can be avoided by using recycled materials: old bricks, broken concrete, even pieces of curbing. Hundreds, maybe thousands, of discarded old bricks edge my gardens. Wooden furniture, pottery, an old farming implement, (my ninety year old neighbor says it's a potato planter), eventually made it out of the garage or basement and into the yard – much to my garage-space impaired husband’s relief.

I’ve used some of these collected pieces of trash as a solution to a problem area of the yard. What’s the quickest way off a side-door stoop? When you’re a kid, it’s not down the steps; it’s jumping off the side – right into a small patch of asparagus, chives, and parsley. This little add-on to the main vegetable garden not only created a nice landing zone for the girls jumping off the stoop in order to cut across the backyard, the ninety degree angle from one garden to the next was difficult to mow.

I used a slated wooden piece, the two halves held together with a strip of rubber sandwich-board style. (I have no idea what its original purpose was – I just picked it up off the side of the road because it looked interesting.) Keith painted it white, and I secured the piece into the ground with landscape staples and used an old porch newel as the corner piece. The “picket fence” stops the girls from jumping off the stoop and into the asparagus patch. Broken concrete pavers and pieces of old curbing, with the cracks between filled with sand, dubs as faux flagstone, takes care of the hard-to-mow angle, and makes a nice place a place to set potted plants.

Saving the asparagus

This spring’s junque project was my daughters’ idea. They wanted a secret garden, and drew a plan to turn our 2/3 acre ravine into a wondrous, enchanted place with stone paths leading to hidden garden rooms, multi-tiered waterfalls, and a tree-house with enough turrets to rival Ludwig’s Castle.

What they got was a 12 x 12 corner of the ravine under a maple tree. This consists of a “flagstone” sitting area made from broken concrete pavers fitted together, surrounded by divisions of hosta, lady’s mantle, black-eyed susans, and daylilies. The top of a bird bath missing its base, sets on an over-turned pot. An American elderberry is planted in a retaining wall made with a semi-circle of brick that was once part of an old well I dragged home, and a Gro-Lo fragrant sumac cascades down the slope. A permanently open wrought-iron “gate” was made from the two separated halves of a corner plant stand that I dismantled, and welcomes one through the entrance. The border is lined with boulders from a neighbor’s father’s quarry. Cannas and potted annuals fill out the area until the perennials fill in.

The Secret Garden

Plans to expand the small garden are set for next year ... or as soon as we find another piece of junque to add to it. The whole garden cost nearly nothing – even the plants were free; divided or moved from other areas of the yard. The rewards of seeing my girls work together to come up with a plan, watching my youngest, Shannon, as she helped plant with me, and spending an afternoon with Shelby at local antique markets scouting out a bench, (the garden’s only expense: $15.00), was priceless.

So next time you come across some junk set out as trash, stop and take a look. Ponder how it could be used in your garden. Can’t come up with a plan on the spot? Take it home and ponder some more. Store it in your garage until your spouse threatens to set it out for the garbage truck, and if you still can’t figure out what to do with it, send it my way. One person’s trash is another woman’s junque.




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