A Sky Full of Birds: In search of Britain’s Great Bird Gatherings by Matt Merritt
I think it is true to say that I have always been interested in birds. I am not a twitcher or even a regular bird-spotter, but when there are birds about I listen to them, watch them and try to identify them. In the first interview I ever had (for a posh school, which fortunately did not offer me a scholarship place) my reply that I watched birds in my back garden, did not seem to satisfy the panel. There was a pyracanthus with berries outside our living room window and blackbirds regularly nested in it and in the hawthorn hedge. Starlings flocked to the lawn. Sparrows and occasionally other birds were also to be seen. My mother waged war against the wood pigeons as she tried to protect her vegetable crops!
A Sky Full of Birds is another library book, which appealed to me for its subject matter and for having been short-listed for the Wainwright Golden Beer Book Prize. Chris Packham’s endorsement, “Prose from a poet” proved to be correct. (I must remember to look at his A People’s Manifesto for Wildlife)
I found this book well-written and easy to read. I learned a lot more about birds and their habits. I recommended it to hubby, who agrees. My only disappointment with the book is that it does not have any direct link with the area where I live now, although I am within easy reach of an RSPB reserve (Royal Society for the Protection of Birds) and on a migration route for geese. The geographical area covered is mainly on the east side of the country. The Wirral and York are the nearest places to here as the crow flies!