Chuck, Chuck

Hermit Thrush
Hermit Thrush

I was at work today when I heard a bird hit one of the upstairs windows. I immediately got up to go look outside for an injured bird. Fortunately, it must have been a glancing blow as there was no bird laying on the ground.

Then I heard it: Chuck, Chuck and I looked around and there he was: a Hermit Thrush! He was up in the tree pumping his tail like they do.

You have to get used to all the chip notes that the birds change to in the fall. It’s a whole new learning experience. One that you don’t get to practise until next fall unless you are one of the fortunate “snowbirds” that spend the winter down south.

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2 Responses to Chuck, Chuck

  1. My favorite summer birdsong belongs to the Hermit Thrush.

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