![]() ![]() ![]() Macdonald took her hawk home, named her Mabel and began the slow, agonizing process of gaining her trust and habituating her to human company and the feel of a leather fist under her talons. And with the last bow pulled free, he reached inside, and amidst a whirring, chaotic clatter of wings and feet and talons and a high-pitched twittering and it’s all happening at once, the man pulls an enormous, enormous hawk out of the box and in a strange coincidence of world and deed a great flood of sunlight drenches us and everything is brilliance and fury. The air turned syrupy, slow, flecked with dust. The heat of the moment is enough to melt grammar: Macdonald’s first sight of her bird, when the breeder lifts her out of the cardboard box she travels in, is one of the most memorable passages I’ve read this year, or for that matter this decade. ![]()
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