This memoir features flying, falcons, geography and a look at human-caused destruction of nature.
During the 1980s Alan was studying falcons. They had been known as flying from Alaska to winter in Texas, but nobody knew where. Creatures of trees and cliffs, they seemed to vanish in Texas. Then one tracker thought of going out on a vast tidal flat, more marsh than sand, and there were the peregrines - females - and tiercels - smaller males - busily catching migrating shore birds which were tired and had no cover. Alan managed to catch and radio tag a few, and enlisted a crusty veteran pilot George Vose, to help Alan follow them north with his battered small plane.
The first falcon takes us north across the mountain ridges to Canada - oops, international airspace - and Alaska. Alan tries to explain his fascination and lengthy absence to his girlfriend. Then the second season begins, in which Alan and Vose follow a falcon or three south for winter across the rainforest of Mexico, Central America, Belize. Oops, international airspace.
As well as marvelling at the masters of the air and their prey, and finding welcomes among simply living people or dangers from drug growers, Alan imparts the knowledge of his field. DDT was found to be passing up the food chain through insects to small birds and accumulating in falcons so their eggs could not hatch. The insecticide was eventually banned in America, but is still in the ecosystem; along with paraquat it was found as standard by Alan and Vose in the lands south of the border. Just a couple of poisoned small birds would kill a falcon. Oil sludge is another huge hazard in Mexico. And Alan is told that in Argentina, the woods are all cleared to leave wheat fields, so falcons perch on the trees planted to shelter estancia buildings; the ranch hands take pot shots at them. No wonder the top predator bird population has crashed and few of each year's brood returns. Conservation and breeding efforts are described.
Alan was shocked, sad and disappointed when his last falcon headed arrow-straight out over the Gulf of Mexico, because he knew that this healthy bird could not make it all the way across the water. Falcons can't fly all that way as they don't store fat, and have to migrate around by land, it was assumed. But he wasn't seeing any on land. He thought his bird was doomed. And the small plane fuel tanks would not let him follow. Once more Alan tries to explain his fascination and lengthy absence to his girlfriend.
The afterword tells us where the bird probably went, like the Texan flats. Not so daft after all. Today birds are tracked by satellite, but this flight memoir gives a real feeling of what it's like to fly through a cloud layer, get buffeted by a storm, spot perching places for the night and cover completely unknown landscapes. I strongly recommend the read for people interested in nature or small planes.