Tried to carve a hawk. Gave up when I realized it was becoming a chicken. I guess pumpkin carvings, like writing and gardening, take on a life of their own, and this one really wanted to be a squat little turd of a bird–not like the regal hawk I see almost daily on my evening walks.
So be it. Happy Halloween, 2016. Clearly, you’ll just continue to do what you want.