After the three sons each picked a pumpkin, we picked a few apples, bought an apple cider slushy for each of us, and a dozen apple sauce doughnuts. Being gastronomically satisfied, we headed home.
First step is to cut open the top and get the guts out. We weren't prepared to roast the seeds like we have in the past, so the Good Wife figured the chickens and guinea would enjoy the spoils of their work.
The initial processing took place down by the Chicken Condo and Guinea Ghetto so the ladies wouldn't have to go far from home to get the goods. It took a couple days to finish it all, but they seemed to really enjoy the pumpkin inners.
Once the inside was cleaned out, each of the boys sat down to work their artistic magic on their pumpkins.
Oldest son went for a traditional face. The triangle eyes and the fanged smile looking back at him as he worked his magic.
Middle Son used sticks on the sides to add arms to his pumpkin. He made a traditional face on one side and a more modern robot face on the other side.
Youngest son went to work and cut multiple face on the his pumpkin, if you can call them faces. There were eyes, a mouth and what appeared to be a lot of extra wounds on the pumpkin face. I guess he was going for the scary look with his pumpkin.
For some reason a final photo was never taken of the pumpkins. They are still on the patio to enhance our fall atmosphere, but they are slightly wrinkled and somewhat compressed as they have not handled the heat of the midday sun very well. Carving pumpkins is a fond memory of mine growing up, and I hope it passes down to my boys.