Was It a Cuckoo?
Birding, the quest for certainty, and national polarization
“It’s a cuckoo! Stop the car, stop the car — back up to just before that big dead tree on the side of the road.”
There, at 6:15 on a bright June morning, winding our way along narrow roads among the hedgerows of central Italy, I saw a large bird, smaller than a crow but bigger than a robin (all the birding…