Rheas of the world

When I was about 13, a friend of mine came up with a nickname for me that I was determined to nip in the bud: The Rambler. Seems I was given to a bit of the motormouth, and he teased me mercilessly about it.

To those of you who know me now, I leave the task of judging whether I have successfully completed my course of treatment for logorrhea. I have not, however, succeeded in shaking this recent round of a different kind of -rhea, which puts me in a very foul mood as I await the results of lab tests to determine whether I’m fit to travel.

Knowing that I’m headed to India, though, and not South America, I have little hope of encountering the “real” rheas of the world. That’s no rheason to be down at the mouth, though. India has plenty of birds to try for…