Dawn Gorman sometimes wonders if she wasn't born, but hatched. Her cot, then childhood bed, were positioned in a small corner of her ornithologist father's study, known as 'the bird room': the epicentre of his lifelong obsession with birdwatching. But in spite of being immersed in this world of birds, Dawn resisted their appeal, and it was only when her father began his slow decline towards his death in 2020 that she started to hear them calling...
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