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brown thrasher

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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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags brown thrasher, dawn, rain, springhouse 2 Comments
May 27, 2025 by Dave Bonta

Overcast and cool. As the wood thrush fades in the distance, the brown thrasher parodies his song. Waxwings whistle in the treetops. The sun almost comes out.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags brown thrasher, cedar waxwings, clouds, wood thrush
June 2, 2024 by Dave Bonta

Heavily overcast and cool. Several deer are running back and forth in the woods, giving me glimpses of their red summer pelts. A thrasher sings a few bars and falls silent.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags brown thrasher, deer
March 27, 2024 by Dave Bonta

The briefest opening in the clouds for sunrise. The first brown thrasher drops by to sing a few bars. Then the squeaky wheels of goldfinches, converging on my mother’s feeders.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags American goldfinch, brown thrasher, clouds, sunrise 2 Comments
June 28, 2023 by Dave Bonta

Overcast and breezy, with a strong smell of burning chemicals. Off in the distance, a brown thrasher is singing whatever pops into his head.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags air quality, brown thrasher
September 12, 2025May 14, 2022 by Dave Bonta

The rain stops and the thrush singing at the woods’ edge is joined by warblers, flycatchers, pewee, thrasher, a hummingbird’s mad courtship flight…

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags brown thrasher, eastern wood pewee, rain, ruby-throated hummingbird, wood thrush
April 14, 2022 by Dave Bonta

Thrasher thrasher says the thrasher. Rising sun a bright smear in the clouds. A winter wren’s boneless ode to joy.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags brown thrasher, clouds, winter wren
June 4, 2021 by Dave Bonta

Rain just past, tree leaves glisten in the sun. A brown thrasher holds forth like a street-corner prophet, hallelujah, hallelujah.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags brown thrasher, rain
April 29, 2021April 29, 2021 by Dave Bonta

Two male towhees displaying at each other with what looks almost like affection. A brown thrasher’s one-bird echo chamber. The smell of rain.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags brown thrasher, rain, towhee
May 16, 2020 by Dave Bonta

A brown thrasher’s jazz echoes off the barn. In the clear plastic hummingbird feeder, a lampyrid beetle takes a very long time to drown.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags beetles, brown thrasher
April 25, 2018 by Dave Bonta

The birds seem unusually active; there must be a fresh bloom of aerial plankton. Even the brown thrasher brings his jazz to the yard.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags brown thrasher 2 Comments
April 12, 2018 by Dave Bonta

A brown creeper scuttles up an oak. A raven flies low over the house—its heavy wingbeats. The first brown thrasher appears in the lilac.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags brown creeper, brown thrasher, raven
April 20, 2017 by Dave Bonta

‪The rhyming couplets of a brown thrasher. A blue-headed vireo’s dreamy soliloquy. When the sun comes out, raindrops glisten on every twig.‬

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags blue-headed vireo, brown thrasher, rain
July 1, 2016 by Dave Bonta

A brown thrasher sings behind the house, repeating each line as usual like a didactic jazz soloist. The sun struggles blearily to come out.

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