Bobolink

This story grew from a passing conversation on a friend's family farm in New Hampshire. It was late May, and over morning coffee he commented that the bobolinks were back in the hay field. Not being an avid birder at the time, I found myself wondering not just what a bobolink was, but how that wonderfully strange name might suit any number of creatures that look nothing like a small, black migratory bird. That wondering became this book.