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"Knitting is very conducive to thought. It is nice to knit a while, put down the needles, write a while,
then take up the sock again." - Dorothy Day

Signs of Spring?

There has been some excitement here, though virtually none of it is knitting related.

About a week ago, BBMM spied this, two floors down on the fire escape:

We spent a couple of days checking the window every hour or so, trying to catch Mommy away from the nest. Two days later, we saw these:

Four eggs, nothing hatched yet. The next few days were a vigil for all of us; she sat on the nest, and we tried to catch her away from the nest. We would get a glimpse every day or two, usually only for a minute, sometimes less. Still eggs. Still a very attentive mother bird, who would come swooping back at the first sign of a pigeon getting too close.

We went away for the weekend. We got back Sunday, and checked the nest as soon as we got back. And look at that:

We think that's three babies, and one unhatched egg. But it could be four babies and some shell remnants. We didn't get too much time to look; within a few seconds we got this:

How cool is that? Yeah, the picture is pretty terrible, but still, that's REAL LIVE NATURE. Right here in NYC, on a fire escape covered with pigeon poop.

We'll be checking back on the babies, but I suspect at this point we won't see much until we get an empty nest.

Oh, and that knitting thing... Well...

Here's the deal. I am working on three projects. They all have deadlines. I am knitting frantically, but I can't tell you about any of it. The tank I was going to make? Yeah, that got put on the back burner during the swatching phase. I have nothing.

So, I'm going to make myself scarce for a bit. I'll pop in occasionally for bird updates and other such random happenings, but the actual knitting content will be scarce. Hopefully, when I'm back for GOOD, I'll have fun things for you. In the meantime, just imagine me hunched over charts and instructions with frantic flying fingers.


So Boring

I have absolutely nothing interesting to show you. I finished the stole, and then seemingly took a break from interesting knitting.

I am still working on the Brooks Farm Chevrolace, but that's about it. You've seen the Chevrolace about a billion times, so I won't bore you. I will say this though; that Brooks Farm is some pretty, pretty stuff. I'm worried that it won't hold up in sock form; it's very soft and very loosely plied, and I am afraid. I am knitting it as tight as my little fingers can handle, so that should help. It's also knitting up to be quite a thick fabric, so maybe they will be house socks. So if I can avoid wearing them with shoes, and I can keep them out of the dryer, they might be OK.

It seems odd that I'm not working on anything else. Well, I am, but it's a secret, and so far it's just scribbling; no stitches have actually been formed yet. That makes for the most boring blogging ever.

I do have a possibility though. This. I think I got this issue of Interweave at last year's Mets Stitch n' Pitch. I've been eyeing that tank ever since, and it's finally hit the point where I must knit it. I am attempting to use yarn from the stash, and I do have a couple of possibilities. This means, of course, a multitude of swatches.

Sigh. At least next week I can show you those.