Yesterday I finished my first knitting project in three decades, this scarf in a lace pattern, two repeating rows (click to enlarge). There is one pretty major mistake right in the middle of it, which I discovered after I'd managed to proceed forward about four inches. I decided to leave it. Made of a merino wool and silk blend, it is about two inches longer than I am tall. Lynn suggested 72" but it's about 65" and I waffled about making it longer. This is long enough to go around my neck (like this) or tie it in the front and stick the ends into my coat. It's a little more purple than it looks here.
Today I saw the Cooper's Hawk again eyeing my birdies, hanging out in the above tree. Some wag called my bird feeders a perfect hawk feeder, fattening the birds up for the kill. I watched this young hawk dive for a bird and miss, as the two of them flew out of sight. The hawk came back into a nearby tree, without having caught anybody (thank goodness). I know this is the way of the world: the little birds eat insects, the bigger birds (at least raptors and crows) eat the littler ones, and so on. I just don't want to watch anybody get killed. I've spent so much time watching the little birds at the feeders that they feel almost like, well, family.
Since I've got a captive audience here (sort of), I wondered if anybody knows exactly where birds' ears are located? They must have them, they call and sing and pay attention to sounds, but I smiled to myself when I thought of little human ears covered up with feathers...
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