The wise hours A journey into the wild and secret world of owls

Miriam Darlington

Book - 2023

"Owls have existed for over sixty million years, and in the relatively short time we have shared the planet with these majestic birds they have ignited the human imagination. But even as owls continue to captivate our collective consciousness, celebrated British nature writer Miriam Darlington finds herself struck by all she doesn't know about the true nature of these enigmatic creatures. Darlington begins her fieldwork in the British Isles with her teenage son, Benji. As her avian fascination grows, she travels to France, Serbia, Spain, Finland, and the frosted Lapland borders of the Arctic for rare encounters with the Barn Owl, Tawny Owl, Long-eared Owl, Pygmy Owl, Snowy Owl, and more. But when her son develops a mysterious illn...ess, her quest to understand the elusive nature of owls becomes entangled with a search for finding a cure. In The Wise Hours, Darlington watches and listens to the natural world and to the rhythms of her home and family, inviting readers to discover the wonders of owls alongside her while rewilding our imagination with the mystery, fragility, and magnificence of all creatures"--

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Published
Portland, Oregon : Tin House 2023.
Language
English
Main Author
Miriam Darlington (author)
Edition
First US edition
Item Description
"Originally published in the UK as Owl Sense, by Guardian Faber"--Title page verso.
Physical Description
xxx, 302 pages : illustrations ; 23 cm
Bibliography
Includes bibliographical references (pages 293-297).
ISBN
9781953534835
  • Beginnings
  • Tyto alba, Barn Owl
  • Strix aluco, Tawny Owl
  • Athene noctua, Little Owl
  • Asio otus, Long-Eared Owl
  • Asio flammeus, Short-Eared Owl
  • Bubo bubo, Eurasian Eagle Owl
  • Glaucidium passerinum, Pygmy Owl
  • Bubo scandiacus, Snowy Owl
  • Epilogue
  • Acknowledgments
  • Readings
  • Permissions
  • Associations and Websites
Review by Booklist Review

Darlington met a captive great grey owl at a farmer's market and was enthralled by the bird but also by what she represented as an emissary from the wild who could not only teach us how to get to know the wild but also care about it. As Darlington began exploring the world of owls, studying each of the eight species found in Great Britain, she also delved into the human-owl relationship in legend, art, and culture. Meanwhile, as she writes in matter-of-fact yet lyrical prose, she was also dealing with her son's newly developed seizure disorder. The owl species she encounters across Britain and on forays into Europe include the barn, tawny, short-eared, long-eared, little, Eurasian eagle, pygmy, and snowy owls. Darlington dissects dead owls, helps a researcher band barn-owl chicks, cares for a burrowing owl (a visitor from the U.S.), and generally immerses herself in everything owl. Vignettes of people she met on her quest, beautiful descriptions of owls and their habitats, and quotations from poems about owls make this a wonderfully informative and enjoyable book.

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Review by Publisher's Weekly Review

Nature writing and memoir make a winning mix in this lyrical survey of owl species from poet Darlington (Otter Country: In Search of the Wild Otter). Darlington had planned a yearlong exploration of "the incremental shift owls have experienced, and still are experiencing, from wildness to a kind of enforced domesticity" as a result of human actions. But early on, her 19-year-old son developed an inexplicable illness that caused seizures and threatened his education, career, and life. Darlington describes searching for a diagnosis and treatment alongside her fieldwork with the birds, which she conveys in immersive prose: "The white petals of the eyelids, with their slivers of black pressed just beneath; the pale skin of the cere--the skin around the top of the beak--fading into the nostrils," she writes of a barn owl. There are bird facts galore--pygmy owls have a "pleasant flute-like hoot" and snowy owls have "the most densely feathered feet and toes of any owl"--and Darlington's persistence in the face of adversity is moving ("This trip will wait for when Benji is better, and I'll take him with me," she writes in the epilogue). Fans of Jon Dunn's The Glitter in the Green: In Search of Hummingbirds should check out this dazzling account. (Feb.)

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Review by Kirkus Book Review

An invigorating dive into the world of owls. In a smooth mixture of memoir and nature writing, Darlington, author of Otter Country, does for owls what Rebecca Giggs did for whales in Fathoms. Interwoven into the discussion of Darlington's fieldwork is the story of her son's mysterious illness. Fortunately, as with the author, his encounters with owls seem to bring him immense joy, to be "infected with owlishness." Darlington's original goal was to observe all of the wild species that reside in the British Isles. She begins by discussing barn owls, sharing details of the rewarding time she spent volunteering with the Barn Owl Trust and their surveys. She describes her encounters with the rarely seen tawny owl, which has an "unsettling cry," a little owl that glared at her with "ferocious lemon-yellow eyes," and a short-eared owl that nearly landed on her head. Darlington's research took her to Serbia, Finland, Spain, and France, and the author is consistently enthusiastic about her experiences in each locale, whether reveling in the "melancholy call" of the Eurasian eagle owl or picking out the "highly vocal" call of the pygmy owl, a "tiny owl…the size of a pine cone." Darlington also warns that the owl population in Britain is in decline due to human activity, particularly the use of chemicals to treat rodent infestations and encroachment into their natural habitats. Throughout, the author's lyrical prose is captivating: "The high moorland was woven with August colour, splashed with purple heather and coconut-scented gorse….There was a stroking southerly breeze that seemed to whisper through the grasses warning of the end of the summer." Ultimately, writes Darlington, "all an owl wants is to be left in peace, to make its living, to bring up its young safely and without disturbance, to continue the bloodline. Not so different from us, really." Heartfelt, enchanting, and beautifully written. Copyright (c) Kirkus Reviews, used with permission.

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My son Benji saw the owl first. She was perched like a silky totem pole, talons grasping the gloved hand of her keeper. At first, too busy with getting a place in the queue for artisan bread, I walked straight past the owl man as he stood quietly holding his charge. How was it that they were barely visible? They blurred into the humdrum busyness of the townscape, as if there was something self-effacing--a kind of greyness, an owl-camouflage that both possessed. I learned then that the mind does not easily register things that we are not expecting to see. The owl relies on the cryptic facets of its colours, markings, and posture to shield it from the gaze of others. But something about the plumage flared on the edge of my vision and perhaps my deep-seated fascination with owls made me turn, and when I saw her I lost all interest in buying fresh bread. Benji was already right there. Together we stared. The Great Grey Owl, Strix nebulosa. Grail of the boreal forest. Keenly aware, she gripped that leather glove tight as her head swivelled from side to side and her eyes settled on each and every distraction. I drifted closer, not wanting to startle her, but longing to be within reach of those smoky, brindled feathers. Could I touch?--Yes, it was important to get her used to people, he said. She was only a few months old. Her softness took my breath away. Deadly beauty. She turned her face towards me and I noticed its astounding circumference. There is a narrow area that falls between pleasing and preposterous, I thought, and this owl's circular face and bright yellow eyes fitted into it with perfect grace. The massive facial disc, the owl man, Pete, explained to me, produces a funnel for sound that is the most effective in the animal kingdom; she had the most sensitive ears known to humankind. The owl didn't miss a word. Pete told us that he had known about the batch of three large, cream-coloured eggs (which had been laid in this country by a captive owl) and once they hatched he had chosen this owlet at two weeks old and raised her. She had needed constant supervision and care, and was now, as with all young birds on seeing their first carer, "imprinted" upon him. They were inseparable. I watched as he repeatedly leant his cheek on her feathers, closed his eyes, and spoke to her with such tenderness that I felt as though I was intruding on a private conversation. Excerpted from The Wise Hours: A Journey into the Wild and Secret World of Owls All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.