Tuesday July 9th 2013 Tim Candler
The 'June Rhee' bird is a familiar voice, and I can
even sometimes remember the name given him by the community of
ornithologists, or 'twitchers' as they are sometimes called. June Rhee
will sing for hours, and he is obviously very proud of his voice,
because he can go on through the course of an entire afternoon without
apparently pausing for breath.
Then the other day, while battling the
outdoors I heard what I have to call 'Beetroot' from June Rhee. He said the
word several times. It's possible I had sweat in the ears and I know I
was standing on a slope, both of which can do things to the auditory
function in those of us who become easily disorientated by the hot weather.
Either way, he'll always be June Rhee to me.