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As a child growing up in England, Adam Nicolson and his family paid little attention to the birds of their shire. His father, the writer, publisher, and politician Nigel Nicolson, was 鈥渘o naturalist 鈥� always more interested in looking across a bit of country than in what it might be made of.鈥� It is this 鈥渧iew-addiction鈥� writ large that the son blames for nature鈥檚 demise and likely the 鈥渄estruction of everything else.鈥� To remedy this family trait, the younger Nicolson launches 鈥渁n attempt to encounter birds, to engage with a whole and marvelous layer of life鈥� hitherto ignored. He decides to welcome, watch, and learn from these feathered friends.

Nicolson builds a birdhouse 鈥� for himself. Hexagonal in shape, close to the woods, and big enough to sleep in, the shelter serves as 鈥渁n absorbatory, a place to 鈥� dissolve, if such a thing is possible, the boundary between self and world,鈥� he writes. This he does on a vast dairy farm in the Sussex Weald called Perch Hill where, over an extended period of time, he busies himself with dissolving into the birds鈥� world.

In 鈥淏ird School: A Beginner in the Wood,鈥� Nicolson presents himself as a part-Christopher-Robin, part-Henry-David-Thoreau character taking an ornithological jaunt around the Sussex Weald. He describes how he acquired detailed knowledge of more than a dozen species of birds 鈥� and elaborates on their songs, nesting practices, feeding habits, fledging activities, and migratory routes, and even ventures to discuss their states of mind. He starts with wrens, but ends with people.

鈥淏ird School鈥� is often a bit over-the-top, especially at first, as Nicolson鈥檚 literary quirks seep into the prose, bogging down the narrative with literary allusions and purple prose. But eventually Nicolson鈥檚 naturalist heart modulates the narrative, revealing singular facts and compelling anecdotes about the 鈥渆xtraordinary capacity鈥� of birds that will fire the imagination of any and all avid birders.

Of the tawny owl, he writes, 鈥淚t can only hunt, survive and breed through a detailed knowledge of its local world. A tawny must know the territory in all its minute and intimate particulars.鈥� Describing ravens, he notes, 鈥淢any adults remain single, living their entire lives with the vagabond gangs.鈥�

One of the more interesting sections involves blackbirds and a work of Beethoven. It seems that male blackbirds compose 鈥減ermanently evolving and ever-complicating鈥� songs as a way of keeping ahead of 鈥� and intimidating 鈥� their rivals. The composer, in his youth, would saunter the streets of Bonn, Germany, with ears perked and take notes; it is believed that 鈥淕rosse Fuge Op. 133鈥� was inspired by the songs of the Bonn blackbirds.

Nicolson broaches the subject of humanity鈥檚 impact on the avian world by presenting a page-long roll call of the 鈥渞egiments decimated in battle鈥� of the 鈥渃atastrophic and in many cases relentless decline鈥� of the birds he anticipated seeing. It鈥檚 a sobering list.

In the book鈥檚 final chapter, 鈥淧erch Hill,鈥� he addresses the ultimate question: 鈥淏y feeding the birds, was I simplifying and homogenising a bird population that had already suffered more than it should? And if I was, which way should I turn?鈥�

His answer (spoiler alert): Enable the woods to get scruffy around the edges. 鈥淒iversify, enrich, multiply, protect.鈥�

In closing, Nicolson exhorts his readers not to be like the self-absorbed poet John Keats in his 鈥淥de to a Nightingale鈥�; rather, consider the nightingale 鈥渘ot a pet, nor a version of me or of anyone I know, but its own thing, still just here, still wild, its own apostle for its own anxious future.鈥�