Writing goes and goes. I’m still in Panama, working on a chapter about raptors. Which sounds straightforward until I figured out that raptors, for me, are not so much about their biology as their cultural and personal meaning. What, after all, could be more allegorical than a eagle? Or a goshawk? (GREAT book by Helen Macdonald, by the way).
Plus, this chapter has been taking a few side-trips: on child-rearing in Andalusia, eagle-watching in Sweden, the vulture-plagued Iquitos airport. One segment on scary Danish 19th century natural history sculptures connects, I think, to another one on the collared forest falcon/spotted antbird association. There’s a story about a drunken revel in a Panama water taxi that has something to do with snail kites, but just barely.
I’m still not sure where it’s all going, but I hope it’s going somewhere good. Or at least, somewhere readable.
Happy Saturday.
Drawing The Motmot 
Hold on tight! Stay vigilant and watch for swooping birds. We want you home intact! Hugs and love, Marci
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A++ Will pre-order this book.
Looking forward to hearing the water taxi/snail kite story (and of their spare relation)!
Your drawings are wonderful of course and I can’t wait to read the book!
Thanks again! Great stuff. Love those Jacanas!