My reading took more than a few enjoyable evenings by the fire. I opened it up and found that some thoroughly enthralled prior reader had penned legible notes in the margins and dog-eared important pages- clearly engaged in, and commenting upon, the material. Moseying along and scanning the shelves, it was the large raven on the tattered dust cover that caught my eye. I stumbled across this book in one of those small labyrinthine used book stores where one never knows what lies around the next stack. Springing from some place close to the author's heart and yet also remaining close to the data it could also be titled The Diary of a Compulsive Field Biologist or The Man who Loved Ravens. Ravens in Winter is a rare read a work of love that stays true to basic scientific tenets and research principles. As a social scientist and researcher (albeit) in a different field, it is always a pleasure to discover the writings of an academic completely in love with his life’s work.
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