All the scarecrows I know are good at singing and dancing — and eventually — math equations. And like a good English noun, their name explains their function. They scare crows. Songs, math, and directions back to Kansas are frills.
But Brooklyn always has a different take on the usual. Recently, from the windows of a friend’s house in Williamsburg, I enjoyed seeing what we’ve come to call The Urban Scarecrow. Or shall we say, The Scarepige?
These are two beautiful urban backyards where the owners have been planting for decades. The plastic bags are used to scare away pigeons. I’m told the birds go after the tomato plants, but as you’ll see in the photo below, the spooky bags have them dining elsewhere.
Happy Monday in another lovely week of summer!