Dip into the birding literature of the pioneer ornithologists from the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries and you'll quickly realise they were all budding/frustrated bards who, after covering the formalities of beak size, rump colour and distribution to satisfy the publisher and honour the book's title, would take to the proverbial skies like their subjects and begin blending the phrasing of Wordsworth with the parody of Wodehouse. Soaring...