I can’t count how many times I’ve stood at the edge of a woodland, listening to a Hermit Thrush sing, trying to pinpoint the sound and find the bird in the undergrowth or on a low bough. The thrush is often impossible to locate, seemingly singing right at your feet but completely invisible, despite being a fairly large, round bird.
Therefore I was startled into near-laughter when one flew across my path the other day, and although I didn’t get to enjoy it’s lyrical, echoing song, I did get a very nice look at it’s spotted tummy and russet red tail.
Quite a treat for a winter afternoon in Pittsburgh, PA.
