Child's Book Of Birds
Luis M. Henderson ~ Pied Piper Books, 1946
Do you remember my number one fan? My very first Internet friend who loves books and blogs about raising two boys in a small town in snowy Colorado? She guest-posted for me at my two year anniversary? Well, yesterday when the boy and I got home from going to Border's... wait, I know what you're thinking. 99% of my book buying is second hand and 99% of my "new" book money is spent at our local independent, but I did cut my teeth working in the B&N home office and believe it or not those places really are filled with the same book lovers you find at your small shops.... and every year before Christmas I have to troll the bargain section of the big boxes for gifts for those friends of the boy who are not impressed with dog ears and coffee stains, and man, did I find a good one... where else but a superstore are you gonna find a stack of brand spanking new copies of the big fat William Steig collection The One and Only Shrek Plus Five Other Stories originally priced at $29.95... now $4.99? Well friends, you're not. But I digress...
So, we get home, and what is on our doorstep but a package from said number one fan and her boys. She recently renovated her grandfather's old house and came across a singing bird clock she though the boy might love (which he does, totally!), but tucked in the package as well was a dear, dear surprise. Always on the look out for vintage children's books about birds, it's really a miracle I'd never seen this one before. But here it is. In all its delicate splendor.
The Red-Winged Blackbird seeks out swampy, marshy places where tall reeds and cat tails grow. Swaying on a cat tail he sings, "O-ka-lee, chee-ee, chee-ee, o-kee chee." Mr. Redwing is proud of his bright shoulder patches. He is very vain.
With more than 20 profiles of common backyard birds, it's a great blast from the way back past. I've always loved how old bird guide books give the animals human personalities and how they write out phonetically the way the bird's song sounds. So endearing.
Last night after dinner, I peeked in the dining room and my husband was reading it to the boy. After a day flooded with a ton of little boy action ~ including my son's first karate lesson ~ I was happy to see my sweet, bird-loving duckling was intact, despite the infusion of testosterone.