At precisely 3:00pm as I was trudging back toward the car after an excellent trek to the summit of Brush Mountain, I heard my favorite birdsong echoing through the springtime forest... The wood thrush has a uniquely flute-like voice, and its evening song is resonant and lovely; it has a rich echo that I've never heard from any other bird. It reminds me of a place I used to know--and the safe feeling of that place. As my children could tell you (if they cared), it's only permissible to sing evening hymns after 3:00pm, so my birdfriend was right on time! I love the evening song of the thrushes, and I caught it here on video so that I can listen to it when my ears grow weary of hearing lesser things. Crank up the volume, there is no lovelier song than this!
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