Book Review: Bird Cottage by Eva Meijer

Bird Cottage, written by Eva Meijer, translated by Antoinette Fawcett, asks many questions. Why does one give up the comfort of a known life, and move to a cottage in the countryside, just to run a research on birds? Why does one antagonize one’s neighbour whose cats terrify the birds? Why does one choose to end up seeming rude to visitors who struggle to understand that every sudden movement would startle the birds? Why does one challenge nasty authorities when they try to destroy the birds’ homes? Why does one choose birds over everything else, at the cost of being called a misanthrope? Why? Why does it matter? But what else matters?

Gwendolen Howard wrote two books – Birds As Individuals and Living With Words — about her extraordinary yet quiet life with birds whom she extensively researched for more than three decades. The male world of science then, in the first half of the 20th century, looked down upon her reports. But Howard’s research offered an intimate view of her life with birds, and revealed a side that was largely unknown about the avian universe. Her best friend Star, a Great Tit, even learned to tap on tables and windows for a specific number of times when Howard requested. Howard was often found walking in Sussex, with a bunch of birds perched on her shoulders and arms. I often think of the image, and it warms my heart.

In Eva Meijer’s Bird Cottage, fact meets fiction. Meijer takes some creative liberty, presents Howard’s life based on the available material, and fills the gap with her own imagination. The final product is a story that’s idyllic and heartbreaking in equal measure. After all the struggle to keep her cottage a safe haven for the birds, Howard left it to the Sussex Naturalists’ Trust, with the hope that it would be turned into a sanctuary, but her dreams died too. Her books, I figure, are out of print as well. But it is comforting to know that there was a person who was unconditionally trusted by the often-misunderstood birds. And there will always be somebody, braving all the ridicule, only to deeply love life in their own ways.

I shouldn’t ask myself whether what I’m doing is useful, or whether it’s enough. The birds show me that time is not the straight line that humans make of it. Things don’t come to an end, they just change form. A feeling becomes a thought, a thought an action, an action a thought, a thought a feeling. The first feeling returns, traces lines through the new one. The first thought sleeps a while, then crops up again later. This is how times intermingle; this is how we exist in different moments all at once.

5 Replies to “Book Review: Bird Cottage by Eva Meijer”

  1. She sounds like a wonderful woman who had the gifs of observation and appreciation and was aptly rewarded by her subjects. Not for acclaim but because she believed a closer relationship was possible perhaps. It is do rare that wildlife is able to trust a human. With good reason. There is do much more that women can discover, because they are not man. 🐦

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      1. Oops sorry about my ‘so’ words becoming ‘do’ words. Yes, it does strike me that there is another way, in so many facets of life, that we are only just on the verge of discovering, as we slowly and dangerously enter an era of enabling authenticity and not the model if domination we’ve lived under for the past 5,000 years or so.

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  2. So the trust doesn’t materialize the way that she hoped it would? That’s a lost opportunity and i feel for the small creatures whose offspring would have returned in hopes of kindness. OTOH, I guess all we can hope for, in our short time on this Earth, is to create and nurture trusting relationships wherever and however we are able, so she lived a full life in that sense. Thanks for brining this story to my attention: definitely a worthwhile read by the sounds of it!

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    1. Thank you for dropping by. And many thanks for the comment. She truly lived a full life. I keep thinking of how these tiny being trusted her enough to eat from the palm of her hand. So precious. The writing, and the translation are meditative, and the book has been growing on me.

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