I seemed to feel it watching me. But that was silly. It was inanimate.
I waded through the field and felt its eyes on me.
It hung limply from a stick and gently swayed in the chilly breeze.
The sun was just going down, casting dark orange shadows on its face.
It had only patches for eyes, but I felt as if they were following my every move.
But, again, that's silly. It's just fabric.
It's meant to scare away birds, not me.
I watched them strut through my field.
They kept glancing at me, and I hoped to scare them away just through glares. No one was supposed to be in my field.
Eventually, they carefully walked up to me.
I towered over them, and as they were about to reach out to touch me, I raised my arms and screamed. I am not sure if they screamed because mine was much louder, but they fell back, shuffling away through the corn stalks.
Good. Run away. No one messes with my field.
