Using Robert Burns’ poem The Bonie Moor-Hen as a bit of inspiration, I used the chicken yarn (you’ll have to scroll down) to trim the neck edge of this jackety vest (or vesty jacket as the case may be). Here’s the poem, for your reading pleasure:
The Bonie Moor-Hen
The heather was blooming, the meadows were mawn,
Our lads gaed a-hunting ae day at the dawn,
O’er moors and o’er mosses and mony a glen,
At length they discover’d a bonie moor-hen.
Sweet-brushing the dew from the brown heather bells
Her colours betray’d her on yon mossy fells;
Her plumage outlustr’d the pride o’ the spring
And O! as she wanton’d sae gay on the wing.
I rede you, &c.
Auld Phoebus himself, as he peep’d o’er the hill,
In spite at her plumage he tried his skill;
He levell’d his rays where she bask’d on the brae-
His rays were outshone, and but mark’d where she lay.
I rede you,&c.
They hunted the valley, they hunted the hill,
The best of our lads wi’ the best o’ their skill;
But still as the fairest she sat in their sight,
Then, whirr! she was over, a mile at a flight.
I rede you, &c
I’ve been wearing this little jacket out in the field this morning. The chickens and the sheep think I look A-OK. It’s also very warm and scrunchy, and my DH likes it very much! Cha!
First handspun sweater of 2011, posted to 3 Ravelry Groups: 11 Sweaters in 2011, Crafting Poetry, and Knitting with Handspun.