Thu.Jul 30, 2020

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What Birders Dream About?

10,000 Birds

A Common Quail was calling from a small patch of greenery, across the mostly empty car park. Sitting in a cafe, I open my notebook and wrote it down, then look around for someone I know to share the bird, but I knew no other guests. The only strange thing about this observation, as I realised when I woke up a few seconds later, was that what I mentally transcribed wasn’t its “ wet-my-lips ” (or the Serbian onomatopoeia “puch-pu-rich”) but “whip-poor-will”!

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