… with their much-sought-after song, are back in UD‘s trees.
What they don’t tell you is that wood thrush never shut up.
You spend the first week after they’ve appeared in ecstasy.
You spend the rest of the summer wanting to throttle them.
… with their much-sought-after song, are back in UD‘s trees.
What they don’t tell you is that wood thrush never shut up.
You spend the first week after they’ve appeared in ecstasy.
You spend the rest of the summer wanting to throttle them.
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May 1st, 2013 at 2:28PM
OMG, the whole Thrush family. I was reminded of that this morning – it’s finally warm enough to leave the windows open, hence I get to hear every robin in the neighbourhood from 4:00 AM.
May 1st, 2013 at 2:35PM
Jack: Oh, robins. Robins we have by the thousands.
May 2nd, 2013 at 11:32AM
… and to which I’d add as of this morn, all the Northern Flickers whose screams echo through the valley I live in, dawn to dusk. I can’t wait for them to commence drumming on my chimney.