Onatan Ottar sits in an informal hearing at the police station. The evidence is unclear and complex, but everything is connected to the 358 exotic birds that have escaped quarantine and now roam
the city. Onatan himself denies any wrongdoing, but various strange things have plagued him in the last twenty-four hours since he lost his job at the Icelandic Institute of Natural History. Due to the unsusual circumstances, the police officer Svanur has lots of time to listen. A wry and witty novel about contemporary Iceland and its natural history.

“A well written and untraditional novel where
speculation about the world is no less a foundation
for the story than plot and development.”
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