Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Today I'm weaving some very skinny cotton rag strips, a scant 3/8 inch wide, in a cotton warp. Some of the rag weave is mixed with linen yarn. Birds are singing outside the window. A mother and father cardinal are trying to help their young fledged birds to the black sunflower seeds in the feeder. The adolescents flutter their wings for attention, to be fed one seed from a parent, instead of putting their own beaks down, and picking up a seed. I wonder if the parent cracks the seed for the young one? (Daniel thinks they are doing more than just cracking, that they are chewing and regurgitating seeds for the young birds. Nature isn't always pretty).