Garden Tat

 

Last week I jokingly said I had the the worst garden tat

after a friend bought a metal cockerel

Well it soon turned out into full competition mode.

I was well out in front until some clever

clogs came up with a three foot plastic dinosaur.

I nearly conceded the title at this point

after looking around at my little collection.

Then I thought I’ve got to pull a rabbit out of the hat 

here or I’m doomed.

So I didn’t bottle it,  I came out all guns blazing

and here it is,  the winning piece.

My mahoosive scarecrow budgie from 2012.

Think that puts me back up on the winning spot 

don’t you.