This is a book that has been on my mind for nearly three decades. Why? Because my fourth-grade teacher once read us the first few pages, decided it was too advanced for our class, and switched to another book. For years, I wondered what Who Really Killed Cock Robin? was actually about. At 39 years old, I finally checked it out of the library to find out.
It’s a great read for older grade-school and middle-school students; definitely what I’d call a “teaching” book. Where some stories weave in facts here and there, this one leans into them, layering ecological, biological, and environmental lessons into every chapter. It’s easy to imagine an eager young reader telling their parents everything they’ve just learned about marsh hawks, food chains, and the chemicals that quietly shape our environment.
Written in 1971, the book carries a clear environmental and conservation message that still feels relevant more than fifty years later. Even if you’re not a scientist or birdwatcher, the story is engaging, and the science is presented in a way that enlightens rather than lectures. I’m glad I finally went back and finished it. It felt like closing a small loop from childhood.