Well, we carefully watched over our grass seedlings. And, in just a few days, green shoots starting sprouting. I called my husband at work: “The grass is coming up!” (The seeding of lawns always seems to spawn waiting-for-offspring anxieties).
Then I noticed our seedlings seemed a bit wider than usual. The back of my brain told the front of my brain that maybe this was not grass. But the front of my brain refused to listen.
Turns out, that straw we bought at the last minute at Michael’s Craft Store, that cost just $7.99 for a small bale, was not such a good idea.
It was chock full of hay seeds. So our trusty straw scarecrows have been guarding their own hayfield squarely in our back yard.