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Finally! It took me a while to get through this, but I was
distracted, between big life events and many of the other books I want to read,
have started to read, or finished reading since my last post. This is the first
Bernd Heinrich book for me to read; I had been wanting to read something by him
for a while. At first I wasn’t sure, but I think this was a good one to start
with. It is a collection of loosely related pieces. About half of the book is
about the science of migration, and the other approximate half is personal
memoir, pertaining to the author’s own homing instinct. The timing proved to be
appropriate for me, in a symbolic way: the day I began reading, and the day I
finished, I was away from home, but in between, and for over a year now I have
been at home and wanting to move on. However, I love my home, and understand
Heinrich’s feelings about the Maine woods he grew up in.
