“I do it just by concentrating, basically. I’ve always had this fascination with birds, and one day when I was twelve years old I was sitting in a fig tree, staring at this beautiful nighthawk on a branch above me, when suddenly I was . . . inside its mind. I saw through its eyes, like we just did with the harpy eagle. Only it shocked me so much I fell out of the tree and landed on my head. Fortunately, my head has the consistency of a rock, so I wasn’t hurt.” He laughed, helping Jacqueline to her feet. “I ran back into the colony screaming, ‘Hawk! Hawk!’ because I couldn’t think of anything else to say, and from then on everyone started calling me Hawk. After that, I learned to control it in secret, experimenting with every kind of bird. There isn’t a name for it, or at least if there is
