I've been clearing and cleaning most of my adult life, and I'm not sure I'll ever be done, but this week as I was looking (and organizing) I discovered that I must like birds more than I knew, I knew I liked flowers, but birds would have not been on my most favorite thing, and yet I've painted quite a few pieces of birds or bird houses, and now I was reading about a bird man, in a prisoner of war camp. Hmmm... maybe I'll get some binoculars. There was a small part in the book that sort of jolted me, regarding a young soldier whistling (something I have never been able to do). I guess you could like to listen or NOT.
When we were growing up we always had a canary in the house. I can remember one time my mom was translating a document for my husband's court case and the bird just loved her so much he sang as soon as she entered the room. I don't know in which room we were in, but the darn bird kept singing his heart out, and on tape you can clearly hear him singing. The judge had questions? I can imagine my husband stuttering along trying to explain.
Anyway, Evening Song, is a quick read, the story moves along very well, it's a sad story, a difficult time in the lives of all concerned. The birds are the gift.
Resigned to living out the Second World War in a German POW camp, James Hunter, an English officer, begins studying a pair of redstarts near the camp. His interest in the birds captures the attention of the Kommandant and gives James cause to fear for his life.