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from dawn the thrush sings
repeating trills with touching
hesitation
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Beautiful lines that speak of spring and our upcoming summer.:-)
I worry about the thrushes. When do they eat?
I like especially the first one–the “touching hesitation” (K)
It’s inspiring how they practice and practice, even when the blackbirds are singing away perfectly, showing off, they never give in.
I love birds.
🙂
A beautiful sequence. Apparently the American Robin is a type of thrush where I live and there are brown coloured ones similar to the one in the photo but I haven’t spotted one.
Thanks Janice 🙂 I did a bit of research around our different garden birds that share the same names, and it’s rather touching that the early settlers in America gave the names of their familiar birds to the birds they found on the other side of the world. Your robin is a member of the thrush family, your thrushes are more closely related to our robins, your blackbirds are not related to old world blackbirds at all, which are a type of thrush. One funny thing I found was that the old world family of birds known as ‘tits’ has been transformed in America to chickadees. Prudery I suppose, like deciding to call a cock a rooster 🙂
An interesting research! After my last comment I looked at my bird guide again and noticed there is a wood thrush in North America and it looks very much like the one in your photo..it hangs out in deciduous forests so it won’t be out my back door unfortunately. You came across some interesting naming stories…settlers also transported plants and other wildlife (not just the names) from Europe over to the ‘new world’…it can be both confusing and eye opening.
The wood thrush is similar but smaller. I think it is a true thrush too. And it sings 🙂 I like to imagine those settlers noticing the birds and pretending they were the same as the one’s they’d left behind. It must have given them a bit of comfort in a strange place.
I like that imagining. After all in our general parlance we use general words that cover a range of birds .. such as ducks, crows, geese, finches, starlings, jays… there are many variations…that’s why your mentioning thrush from time to time caught my attention because though I knew the word I didn’t have a memory of ever having seen one.
They used to be very common garden birds, but they seem not to have adapted as well to town living as blackbirds. There are lots in the countryside, but like all wild birds, they stay away from human contact. Even in the winter they don’t come round the house after food. The only birds who have been regular visitors have been the tits (chickadees to you 🙂 ). Several varieties of them. Maybe because they can grab food hanging in the trees and make a quick getaway.