5/9/2023 0 Comments Helen macdonald goshawk![]() ![]() And then I saw it wasn’t a man, but a goshawk. ![]() A man in a long overcoat leaning slightly to one side. That’s what my brain told me, momentarily. And that is when I thought I saw a man standing in a tree. ![]() After a mile or so, I found myself in an open clearing and looked up. My feet crunched on salt-crusted mud and across leaf litter sparking with grasshoppers and sinuous silver lizards. Once we’d pitched our tents, I went for a stroll in the hot, blank forest sunlight. I’d driven with a group of other fieldworkers in a Russian jeep down to the banks of the Syrdarya river in Andijan province. I t was the autumn of 2006 in Uzbekistan, a few months before my father died. ![]()
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