The Bird’s the Word

It’s the crows again. I might as well rename this blog Corvine Central. Not on my roof this time, knocking tins of cat food against my skylights or – scarier still – pecking to get in. Not dragging their slick black tail feathers against grass and pavement in...

Birds of a Feather

I’m crazy about birds, so it’s no surprise they figure prominently in my novel The History of My Body. No matter what kind of mood I’m in, I set out on my walk each morning knowing my spirits’ll soon soar at the trill of a mockingbird, the melancholy plaint of a dove,...