I was sitting in a sunny spot on my porch reading Dara McAnulty's "Diary of a Young Naturalist" when a shadow passed the window, briefly blotting out the light. I looked up to see a hawk swoop into our maple tree, a small wriggling creature trapped in its claw.
What kind of hawk? I don't know. What kind of prey? I can't say, but I'm betting McAnulty could have, had he been there. Devoted to the natural world, he doesn't just observe nature, he inhabits it fully, paying close attention to even the smallest of things.
"Diary of a Young Naturalist" is a remarkable book, the most moving memoir I have read in years. Now 17, Dara wrote it when he was 14, and his knowledge at such a young age amazed me — not just his understanding of the natural world, which is immense, but of literature (feeling the "peaty cold" of a bog pond reminds him of a Seamus Heaney poem), of Irish history and legends, of music and politics. His writing is clear and honest, laced with analogies from nature. (A goshawk chick "looks like an autumn forest rolled in the first snows of winter.")
Growing up in County Fermanagh in Northern Ireland, Dara was besotted by the natural world as a very small child. At 4, he went with his parents to Waterstones bookstore, "where I laid out the coins on the counter for my first field guide, Roger Phillips' 'Mushrooms and Other Fungi of Britain and Europe.' "
He is the oldest of three children in a loving family. "Together we make for an eccentric and chaotic bunch," he writes. "We're as close as otters."
Their father, he says, is the odd man out — a conservation scientist, he's the only one in the family who is not autistic, "the one we rely on to deconstruct the mysteries of not just the natural world but the human one, too."
Autism is an important theme of this book, as Dara writes about his difficulties making small talk or forming friendships, and he speaks almost matter-of-factly about being constantly bullied. But it is not matter of fact; he thinks of taking his own life, he wonders if bullying has traumatized him.
In nature, he feels secure. "No one can put me down or kick me in the face. I'm safe down here with the buttercups and meadowsweet."