I greatly enjoyed Colin Cotterill's series which was set in Laos and featured Dr. Siri. Dr. Siri is a wonderful character and one can hope that we might see him again at some point. But in the meantime, Cotterill has written this book which is a standalone novel set in Bangkok.
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Monday, February 27, 2023
The Motion Picture Teller by Colin Cotterill: A review
Saturday, February 25, 2023
Poetry Sunday: A March Glee by John Burroughs
A March Glee
I hear the wild geese honking
From out the misty night,—
A sound of moving armies
On-sweeping in their might;
The river ice is drifting
Beneath their northward flight.
I hear the bluebird plaintive
From out the morning sky,
Or see his wings a-twinkle
That with the azure vie;
No other bird more welcome,
No more prophetic cry.
I hear the sparrow's ditty
Anear my study door;
A simple song of gladness
That winter days are o'er
My heart is singing with him,
I love him more and more.
I hear the starling fluting
His liquid "O-ka-lee;"
I hear the downy drumming,
His vernal reveillé;
From out the maple orchard
The nuthatch calls to me.
Oh, spring is surely coming.
Her couriers fill the air;
Each morn are new arrivals,
Each night her ways prepare;
I scent her fragrant garments,
Her foot is on the stair.
Friday, February 24, 2023
This week in birds - #538
A roundup of the week's news of birds and the environment:
"You lookin' at me?" These three Wild Turkeys seem very curious about what I'm doing with that camera!Wednesday, February 22, 2023
Deja vu all over again
When you read constantly as I do, sometimes it is hard to keep track of everything that you've read. That was brought home to me this week. I picked up Hunting Shadows by Charles Todd to read. I've always enjoyed his Inspector Rutledge series and I settled down to read the sixteenth book in that series. After finishing, I went to Goodreads to record my latest read, but...oh, what's this? I had already read it!!?
Indeed, nearly six years ago I had read it and recorded a review on Goodreads and on my blog. My only consolation is that at least my views on the book had not changed. I still enjoyed it. And here is my review from 2017.
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Hunting Shadows by Charles Todd: A review
I'm glad I decided to give him another chance because this one was a winner.
It is 1920 and memories of the First World War are still fresh. Many of the veterans of that war bear wounds, both physical and mental, that are yet to heal. Among the sufferers of psychological wounds is Inspector Ian Rutledge of Scotland Yard. He does his best to keep his PTSD, or shell shock as it was then called, hidden.
Rutledge is sent to Cambridgeshire, the Fen Country, to investigate two murders. The first was a former soldier who was shot while attending a society wedding at Ely Cathedral in Cambridgeshire. He was shot with a rifle by someone who was well concealed. The shooter was never seen by the wedding guests.
Then another man, a country lawyer, is murdered in the same fashion. This time though the apparent shooter was seen by an elderly woman, but her description of what she saw does not seem credible.
There does not appear to be any connection between the two men and the local police constables are stumped. Rutledge arrives on the scene to help and methodically goes through all the information that the constables have gathered. He re-interviews many of the witnesses and begins to form a theory of the crimes. It seems apparent to him that the shooter must have been a sniper in the recent Great War.
In the midst of his investigation, another man, a local farmer, is shot, but this man suffers only a flesh wound to his cheek and he lives. This confuses the investigation further. What possible connection could there be to tie the three men together? Is it possible that the latest shooting was only meant as a misdirection to put Rutledge off the scent?
This plot was very well-drawn and crisp. Although there were clues along the way that might have pointed to the reasons for the killings, I was confused right along with Inspector Rutledge and did not guess the real source of the evil until the clever inspector figured it out with his methodical and pragmatic police work and reasoning.
The story was rich in atmospheric details. The reader could feel herself enveloped in the claustrophobic pea soup of a fog that covered the Fens on occasion. The secondary characters were fleshed out and seemed integral to the story.
At the center of it all was Rutledge, a commanding and empathetic figure, whose vulnerable humanity is perhaps his greatest appeal, as, in order to do his job, he must constantly struggle against the darkness that threatens to overwhelm him. He is full of compassion even for the guilty, but he never loses sight of his duty, and he is always able to make clear-eyed observations and to see people as they really are.
Yes, I'm glad I decided to give the series another chance.
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
Sunday, February 19, 2023
Saturday, February 18, 2023
Poetry Sunday: To Daffodils by Robert Herrick
When I think of spring, I imagine daffodils - hills painted gold by them as far as the eye can see. After all, daffodils are the quintessential spring flower and, as Robert Herrick wrote some four hundred years ago, they "haste away so soon." But while they last, they are glorious!
Herrick goes further, however, to compare our lives to the lives of the daffodils. Like them, we, too, "have short time to stay." All the more reason to treasure every moment.
To Daffodils
by Robert HerrickFriday, February 17, 2023
Exiles by Jane Harper: A review
Exiles is an atmospheric mystery set in the wine country in the south of Australia. We find investigator Aaron Falk there as he attends the christening of the son of his friend, Greg Raco. Aaron has been asked to be his godfather, so he is there in a completely civilian and social capacity, not as a financial federal investigator.
This week in birds - not
"This week in birds" is taking a break this week to enjoy and participate in the annual Great Backyard Bird Count. It will return next week.
Tuesday, February 14, 2023
The Bangalore Detectives Club by Harini Nagendra
Saturday, February 11, 2023
Poetry Sunday: Waiting in the Wings by Emile Pinet
As winter begins to wind down, we can almost see spring on the horizon. It is just over there beyond our view; waiting in the wings.
Waiting in the Wings
by Emile Pinet
Sunlight weaves in between twigs of skeletal trees. And a web of shadows dances with each feisty breeze. A silver sky shimmers like cheap carnival glass. And yet, this fickle sun’s too weak for blades of grass. Snow accumulates on branches that almost break. And bow low to the ground with the weight of each flake. Sugar maple sap waits, not even one sweet drip. And snowmen aren’t melting, frozen in Winter's grip. Spring's not on stage, quite yet, She's waiting in the wings. But I can almost smell the flowers that She brings.
Friday, February 10, 2023
This week in birds - #537
A roundup of the week's news of birds and the environment:
A pair of Whooping Cranes search for a meal in shallow waters at the edge of the Gulf of Mexico.P-22 at home on his range.
Thursday, February 9, 2023
Wild Fire by Ann Cleeves: A review
Sunday, February 5, 2023
The Latecomer by Jean Hanff Korelitz: A review
Saturday, February 4, 2023
Poetry Sunday: Retread
Here's a retread for this Poetry Sunday. I was searching for a poem to represent this time of year and this one was the first that came up. It sounded very familiar, so I asked Blogger, and sure enough, I had featured it just about a year ago. In the belief that there is no such thing as too much of a good thing, here it is again.
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Poetry Sunday: February by Margaret Atwood
February
by Margaret Atwood
Winter. Time to eat fat
and watch hockey. In the pewter mornings, the cat,
a black fur sausage with yellow
Houdini eyes, jumps up on the bed and tries
to get onto my head. It’s his
way of telling whether or not I’m dead.
If I’m not, he wants to be scratched; if I am
He’ll think of something. He settles
on my chest, breathing his breath
of burped-up meat and musty sofas,
purring like a washboard. Some other tomcat,
not yet a capon, has been spraying our front door,
declaring war. It’s all about sex and territory,
which are what will finish us off
in the long run. Some cat owners around here
should snip a few testicles. If we wise
hominids were sensible, we’d do that too,
or eat our young, like sharks.
But it’s love that does us in. Over and over
again, He shoots, he scores! and famine
crouches in the bedsheets, ambushing the pulsing
eiderdown, and the windchill factor hits
thirty below, and pollution pours
out of our chimneys to keep us warm.
February, month of despair,
with a skewered heart in the centre.
I think dire thoughts, and lust for French fries
with a splash of vinegar.
Cat, enough of your greedy whining
and your small pink bumhole.
Off my face! You’re the life principle,
more or less, so get going
on a little optimism around here.
Get rid of death. Celebrate increase. Make it be spring.
Friday, February 3, 2023
This week in birds - #536
A roundup of the week's news of birds and the environment:
Pine Siskins are among my favorite winter visitors.*~*~*~*
Coal is economically outmatched by renewable sources of energy. It is more expensive to keep coal-fired power plants running than it is to build new wind or solar plants.
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Six western states that rely on water from the Colorado River have agreed on a model to cut their use of water in the basin, but so far California is the one hold-out state that has not agreed.
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It's a unique partnership: Bottlenose dolphins help Brazilian fishermen pull their catch in.
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Why do bears rub against trees? It seems that there may be more to it than simply scratching an itch.
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The EPA has blocked the Pebble mine project in Alaska, a move that will protect a valuable salmon fishery.
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A black bear was apparently fascinated by a wildlife motion-activated camera near Boulder, Colorado, and ended up taking hundreds of "selfies."
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It's been an unusual winter in New York City. The city will set a record for its longest stretch in winter without measurable snowfall.
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This beautiful shorebird, the American Avocet, is the American Bird Conservancy's Bird of the Week.

