He considered the view to be truly beautiful.
The trees, the rooves and the church spire. It’s like a painting, and it’s always there. This is his favourite spot. He can just make out the cars that travel beyond the hedgerow in the distance.
He loves watching clouds move with ease across a blue sky. Sometimes the fierce summer heat worries him, but it doesn’t last. Occasionally there are birds. He hates them. They make him feel so, well… inadequate!
Sometimes, boys come into the field, pretending to shoot each other with sticks for rifles.
Other times, people cut through with their dogs. He likes to watch these animals chase around so fast, obviously having a good time, and their owners whistling and calling loudly, but with good humour. He often wants to chase around with them.
He is proud to be wearing the shirt and jacket given to him by the man who owns the land. The hat he wears used to belong to the owner’s son, now long gone to the big city, where he now works in a medical centre providing dental care. He feels sure his father wanted him to stay and work on the farm.
He, of course, doesn’t have a choice.
But he likes to think that what he does is important.
His job is to scare crows.
Like his hat!