I'm a big fan of corvids. They're incredibly intelligent and in 2050, if as Fox keeps telling me will happen, the pigeons do rise up and overthrow the humans I imagine they'll employ the corvids as their military strategists. There are however only so many times I can read that a bird jumped on someone's head before things get tedious!

I presume someone told Frieda Hughes that nature memoirs were the current big thing and she was short of cash so quickly edited together some old diary entries. There are several briefly mentioned life events in the background (particularly the deterioration of both her marriage and health) which could have been tied together with George's story to make for an interesting memoir but it's just: bird made mess; bird got wet; bird stole pastrami; oh look he's jumped on someone's head!  Then it descends into and then I bought a motorbike and some ducks and as a reader I got increasingly bored by the fact the fairly dull story of George was over and I was just getting pointless information!

Way too much faecal matter and not a lot else.