Jasmine’s Reviews > The Big Year: A Tale of Man, Nature, and Fowl Obsession > Status Update

Early summer in the marshes of Denali: eleven years later, the mere thought still made Komito break out in shivers. He had to find those bastards before they up and left for their bug-infested sex hovels to the north. Shortly after slamming the door on his rental car, he heard trilling overhead. Five birds dropped into the short grass - Smith's longspurs, every single one. Somewhere in Denali, mosquitoes wept.

“Whenever Komito met a nonbirder, the question was always the same:
How do you know that somebody actually sees a bird? Why do you believe them? Can you really just take it all on faith?
Invariably, Komito would answer the question the same way: the only way to get a reputation in birding is to earn it…