Tyrannosaurus rex. Back when I was a boy, there wasn’t a child worth his or her collection of little plastic dinosaurs that didn’t know the name of this (then, at least) most fearsome – and singular – of creatures.
Tyrannosaurus rex. Back when I was a boy, there wasn’t a child worth his or her collection of little plastic dinosaurs that didn’t know the name of this (then, at least) most fearsome – and singular – of creatures.
It usually begins in a similar manner each time. From the upstairs bathroom comes my daughter’s voice, “Papa!” From my wife in the living room, “Sweetheart – come in here please!” From the stairwell leading to her ground-floor apartment in the house we all share, my mother’s urgent inquiry “Where’s John?” Each of these calls generally […]
Ordinarily, I tend to avoid birding memoirs with approximately the same effort as I avoid elective root canals. For while I am an avid bird watcher myself, I have never quite found it all that interesting to read about other people’s birding adventures – particularly when they’re trying to break some sort of record. So when an advance reading copy of Neil Hayward’s Lost Among the Birds; Accidentally Finding Myself in One Very Big Year recently arrived on my desk from Bloomsbury, as you might imagine, I was less than excited about it.
As one who not only grew up in a rural area where hunting is as much a normal part of life as going to school, having a job, or raising a family, but who also spent a decade working for one of the world’s most well known hunting equipment companies – Leupold – I likely […]