Joyce Hinnefeld

“Provocative and page-turning . . . Hinnefeld’s drama soars . . .” (Publisher's Weekly, September 2008)


In Hovering Flight, is published by Unbridled Books.

For a play list to accompany your reading of In Hovering Flight, see Joyce's Book Notes at Largehearted Boy:


There are countless online resources for lovers of birds and birdsong, of course. But here are a few of my favorites:

Cornell Lab of Ornithology
If you want to hear the song of the wood thrush or the bobolink—two birds whose songs figure prominently in In Hovering Flight—check the Sound and Video Archive here.

National Audubon Society
You can use the interactive map under “States, Centers, and Chapters” to find a local Audubon center or chapter near you.

KPLU 88.5 (Seattle)’s BirdNote program
Search the archives at this wonderful site to hear about Thoreau’s report of an encounter with a wood thrush in his journal. The wood thrush, Thoreau wrote, “is the only bird whose note affects me like music, affects the flow and tenor of my thought, my fancy and imagination.”

Cape May Observatory
The mission of the Cape May Observatory is “to understand and instill appreciation of the needs of resident and migrating birds so that human ambitions do not undermine them.” Check out this wonderful site to learn more about birding at Addie and Tom’s beloved New Jersey shore.



There are also countless artists who have, in both direct and indirect ways, incorporated birds in their work. Here are links to work by two contemporary artists I admire:

Paul Chan’s “The 7 Lights
Chan makes use of birds especially in “1st Light” and “2nd Light”—works that make me think of Scarlet’s reference to “bodies flying from the high windows, floating through the sky like desolate black birds” at the end of chapter 17 of In Hovering Flight.

Terry Evans’ “Prairie Specimens”

When my editor at Unbridled Books, Fred Ramey, told me about Terry Evans, I couldn’t believe how closely her photographs of bird specimens from the Field Museum’s collection matched my image of Addie’s later work. Evans’ images of dead birds—some in pairs, some with their wings or heads folded in heartbreaking repose—are hauntingly beautiful.