The Morning Porch

April 5, 2026 by Dave Bonta

A rainy Easter morning. At 6:31 a.m., in the half-light of dawn, a brown thrasher announces his return from the tropics with a minute-long improvisation atop the springhouse roof.

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Sarah Russell

April 5, 2026 at 11:18 am

Would love to hear your Brown Thrasher! And congratulations on your Rattle publication this morning!
- Dave Bonta
  
  April 6, 2026 at 7:14 am
  
  Thanks, Sarah! There are some good thrasher recordings on the Cornell Lab of Ornithology website: https://www.allaboutbirds.org/guide/Brown_Thrasher/sounds

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