I knit another Aviatrix cap for Harmon this past week. My Quince & Co Chickadee in Belize was just too tempting to ignore anymore, plus Harmon did not like the yarn I used on his Aviatrix cap from last week. It was a fairly scratchy yarn (a Knit Picks Peruvian wool), but I liked the color so much I took a chance. Nope. He screamed until I took it off, several times, but had no trouble wearing any of the other hats I had knit for him prior to his birth (all in softer yarns). His earlobes stick out a smidge from this new cap (he’s got fairly big ears), so I cast on a third Aviatrix in some baby alpaca from the bottom of my deep stash.
Picked up a new book at the library for Coralee to read–Kingbird Highway, but it looks so good I’m reading it first. Here’s a great review of it from Smithsonian.com:
This book is only tangentially about birds. Kingbird Highway is really about monomania. It is 1973: psychedelically painted VW vans pump out Jefferson Airplane tunes. Drivers flash peace signs. Beside the highway stands a Jesus look-alike, thumb out.
Kenn Kaufman certainly had the au courant long hair and beard, and hobo couture. But he did have one peculiar appurtenance: around his neck hung high-powered binoculars, painted shiny gold. His ornithology fixation had already set in by his ninth birthday, when Kaufman’s family moved from South Bend, Indiana, to Wichita, Kansas. En route he discovered hitchhikers, those traffickers in his future modus operandi. “Was there something wild, something from outside my comfortable world, in those faces?” he wondered. But mostly the boy in the backseat scanned fences, wires, the tops of elms. He had “a mission, a passion: I was watching for birds.”
Other boys idolized halfbacks or shortstops. Little Kenn’s hero was Roger Tory Peterson, the bird-book man. Kaufman was an honors student. But at age 16 he quit school to chase birds. Among the few rules his trusting parents imposed was “no hitchhiking.” But birding via Greyhound palled. He soon joined the roadside thumbers.
I’m itching to begin reading, but haven’t found the time yet. Harmon’s face is loads better this week! Most of that awful rash is gone, now he just has some peeling skin.
June has been such a good helper lately. Harmon is starting to interact with us more & June loves it! She will sit with him in her lap for as long as Harmon will cooperate, playing with his feet, his hands, singing to him, “reading” to him, tell him stories. Makes your heart melt watching her.
Oh, hi Mom!
She really tires him out sometimes! Once Harmon starts to fuss, June will instantly say, “Mom, Harmon needs to eat!” & we end up like this again. Newborn snuggles. I’ve got to start remembering to leave my knitting within arm’s reach..
Joining in with Ginny.