Pretty Much Unbearable Cuteness, Garden-style

Mother's Day afternoon, Ro went out on a mysterious errand. When she came home, she rummaged around in the crafts cabinet and the sewing room, then locked herself in the garage, declaring it Off-Limits to Mom.
There was sawing and hammering and a little cursing. Finally, she called me out to the garden to see my present:
Isn't this wonderful?

I have the cleverest children. It's made of Goodwill cast-offs and scrap lumber with raffia hair, button eyes and a drawer-pull nose and is mounted on an old iron fence post. It got its baptism by rain yesterday and is still standing, because my theater tech daughter is an excellent carpenter.
And the birds are, indeed, staying out of the beds.
Thanks, sweetheart!