.cs97DFFCB{12pt;font-weight:normal;color:#000000;font-style:normal;Times New Roman;} .csFF168EB{8pt;font-weight:normal;color:#000000;font-style:normal;Arial;} .cs3270F94{margin:0pt 0pt 0pt 0pt;text-align:left;text-indent:0pt} 'He was a hectic, unprincipled bird, but it was impossible not to love him' ... a memoir of love, obsession and feathers 'A magical, endearing memoir ... the literary romance of the year' Oprah'This book pulses with a defiant wonder at the living world, as wild and unruly as our feathered hero' Polly Morland, author of A Fortunate WomanThen, just in time, before I swung the spade again, I saw, right by the blade and camouflaged by the leaves on the ground, a magpie chick. It squatted belligerently, peering up at me with miniature magpie fury. George.When Frieda Hughes moved to the depths of the Welsh countryside, she was expecting to take on a few projects: planting a garden, painting and writing her poetry column for the Times. But instead, she found herself rescuing a baby magpie, the sole survivor of a nest destroyed in a storm - and embarking on an obsession that would change the course of her life.As the magpie, George, grows from a shrieking scrap of feathers and bones into an intelligent, unruly companion, Frieda finds herself captivated - and apprehensive of what will happen when the time comes to finally set him free.
