Hard rain at dawn on International Migratory Bird Day, and all the calls blend into one. Yellow Baltimore field thrush, where are you?
Daily short takes from an Appalachian hollow
Hard rain at dawn on International Migratory Bird Day, and all the calls blend into one. Yellow Baltimore field thrush, where are you?
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I had a Lincoln’s yellowthroated song thrasher!
Cool. We don’t have Lincoln’s sparrows here. I like Peterson’s description: “A skulker, ‘afraid of its shadow.’ … Song: sweet and gurgling; suggests both House Wren’s and Purple Finch’s; starts with low pasages, rises abruptly, drops.” I’d like to hear that.