Some birders say these folks have “gone over to the dark side.” One woman who had worked with a Red-Tailed Hawk for a year or so said to me, “It’s like the most pathological of relationships: you adore, love, and serve that bird with all your heart, and they don’t give a shit about you.” And among those are the falconers, the people who keep these mighty killing machines in sheds or pens, and escort them out on hunts with pocketfuls of dismembered pigeons or chicks to lure them back with. And for a lot of people, it’s raptors: hawks, falcons, ospreys, eagles. Some people go nuts for gulls, in their endless and subtle gradations of plumages others wait all year for the spring warblers to cavort through the upper branches, where first you can’t see them and then they disappear. And nice big wading birds that stand out there in the open and let me stare at them. In birdwatching, people tend to pick out certain groups of birds they especially love, study, seek out, and admire – or even get a little obsessed by. I definitely wouldn’t buy it for my elderly hummingbird-loving mother. I’m thinking the audience for this one might be a bit different. Similar to her previous The Hummingbird’s Gift, Montgomery has repackaged a chapter from her 2010 collection Birdology into a small, separate book.
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