One of the realities of writing a blog like this is not only are you aware of what if present, but also of what is absent. Over the last several evenings I have gone out in the back and listened for the sound of the wood thrush. I haven't heard it. Without a doubt the sound of the wood thrush is my favorite bird call. It is beautiful, but also a little plaintive, wistful. To me it says summer is here, but soon it will be fall-followed by winter. Life is uncertain. The number of wood thrush is in serious decline due to disturbances in its territories, both summer and winter. Apparently it also picks up diseases from the oven bird. I hope this is just a temporary absence. Otherwise, this is a real personal loss.
The thrush alone declares the immortal wealth and vigor that is in the forest. Whenever a man hears it, he is young and Nature is in her spring. It is a new world, and a free country, and the gates of heaven are not shut against him.
Henry David Thoreau
you can find the sound of the wood thrush here
http://www.allaboutbirds.org/guide/Wood_Thrush/sounds
The thrush alone declares the immortal wealth and vigor that is in the forest. Whenever a man hears it, he is young and Nature is in her spring. It is a new world, and a free country, and the gates of heaven are not shut against him.
Henry David Thoreau
you can find the sound of the wood thrush here
http://www.allaboutbirds.org/guide/Wood_Thrush/sounds
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