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The Bird-Watcher

2013, Landscapes the Journal of the International Centre For Landscape and Language

The Bird-Watcher p. 11 The Bird-Watcher by Patrick West There was very little light left to see by, and the single cloud on the horizon looked like the underside of a wing, when the main character of this story told his best friend that he no longer took any pleasure in thinking of himself as the man with the strangest hobby in the district. He knew there were many other bird-watchers here and there nearby, but none of them were like himself, for while there was no species of bird that the man I am writing about was not conceivably interested in, he took no delight in the birds of the air, but confined his observations to the birds of the ground. Despite knowing that every type of bird divides its life between the air and the ground, he talked like this-of 'the birds of the air' and 'the birds of the ground'because he never doubted that a bird on the wing becomes a different bird entirely when it alights on the earth. The same bird could be a different bird from time to time, he thought. Even those birds described in every field guide as ground-dwelling birds were, in his view, truly 'birds of the air' on those few occasions when they did more than merely flit or jump in the course of their creeping over the earth. Likewise, birds of those species of swallows and martins that do as much as mate and sleep in the air would, in his opinion, sometimes pause long enough on the ground to be momentarily a bird other than the one they usually were. Water-birds the bird-watcher gave no thought to, because there was no lasting water in the district of Victoria where he lived. The best friend of the main character of this story, whom I will sometimes call the bird-watcher and sometimes simply the man, was pleased to hear what his companion of that late afternoon had to tell him. While the bird-watcher's hobby was beautiful in a way, there was also the whiff about it, he thought, of something gone to seed. He hoped that, over time, the man would no longer direct his gaze immediately elsewhere at the chance sighting of a 'bird of the air,' nor feel his eyes widen, and himself begin to peer, when he was before a 'bird of the ground.' It was his earnest wish that such shows of aversion and watching would, in a while, be no more than memories for the main character of this story. In the evening, when the sun had fully disappeared, the ground outside the bird-watcher's house seemed to become heavier upon the core of the earth, and the rainy air filled rapidly with night-winds. The next day, his morning walk overshadowed by a sky of sieved light, the man no longer paid attention only to the birds of the ground, at the level roughly of his feet, or in contact with something that came out of the earth or was at rest upon it. His eyes easily drifted upwards to the birds of the air. The night-winds had calmed with the dawn, until they were no more than breezes and gusts, but when he happened to face into them the man had the impression that he was feeling on his skin 'the exciting winds of the future,' and although he knew that this was nothing but a phrase that could have come from any newspaper, still he began to compose a