July 6, 2014

• I have the most lovely brown thrasher singing his heart out in a tree today.

  I didn't know it was a brown thrasher until he lowered his head down and I saw the reddish-brown top of it... then he lifted his voice to the sky and showed his speckled chest. 

  I never knew brown thrashers were singers, or even tree sitters.  I thought they were always hopping along the ground, turning leaves in search of their dinners.

  This one has a repertoire as good as any mockingbird's, but lovely, lilting, and soft sounding... so peace full.

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