Yesterday I found a snippet of Barbara Kingsolver’s writing in an amazing short story book I got second hand from somewhere: Birds in the Hand – Fiction & Poetry About Birds. (D Nelson & K Nelson eds.)
There’s a short extract from Prodigal Summer which describes her main character Deanna, sitting quietly on the porch at dawn to hear the various birds begin their calls. There is much to love about this excerpt, but something that really captured my fancy was this ending sentence: “A bird never doubts its place in the centre of the universe.”
I’d not really looked much into the book until yesterday and can see I’m in for a treat exploring all the different writers who care about such matters as birds and the universe.