
My encounters with birds have been few. Except for me saving the birds that have smacked into my windows from my outdoor cat, who probably would have loved to attack them, most of these encounters have not ended well.
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I woke up this morning with a mouse in my bed. A mouse isn’t something I want in my bedroom, especially not in my bed. Granted, it was already dead, and that is preferable to it being alive and running around. I’m assuming it was already dead when it ended up under the covers. And at least it wasn’t right next to me. Still, I will be changing my sheets today.

I first arrived in Japan in the spring of ’84 to take up a job I had got while completing my doctorate on 18th century English literature at Edinburgh University. I had been hired as a “Guest Professor of English” by a new university located in a fishing village in northern Shikoku. Shikoku is one of Japan’s four main islands, but it is also the smallest, the most rural and, at that time – before the construction of bridges linking it to Honshu and Kyushu – the most remote.

Amanda Jayne’s hunger for traveling has filled her life with death-defying adventure. From riding on the edges of cliffs in rickety buses to having a tummy bug in the unbearable cold while climbing a mountain to falling out of a boat for the rapids to throw her any which way they pleased to being stricken…