Song thrush
Song thrush beneath the kitchen feeders today. Delightful, shy, scampering songsters.
Our first sighting here for months. And this one ringed - it’s one of our own!
Cream breast with chocolate spots. Pretty.
I recall telling the incredulous team that next year all classes would be named after different kinds of thrush. Perhaps not well thought-through but there are so many lovely thrushes in the Turdidae family.
A welcome return from somewhere in the depths of the garden.
Our first sighting here for months.
‘Who. did it, who did it?
‘He did, he did, he did’ they sing from a favourite look-out. Frequently the last bird singing at dusk. We await their song eagerly.
In Sherwood, our first home together, we’d listen to the local song thrush embellishing its’ call with notes mimicked from someone’s trimphone.
When caught for ringing they defaecate impressively - a defence mechanism.
Now Amber-listed as birds of conservation concern, we believe they breed here most years and consider ourselves especially blessed.
A mud-lined nest of grass with four or five sky-blue eggs marked with black dots to look forward to. Possibly in one of our dead hedges? Hoping the supplementary feeding we offer brings them into strong breeding condition.
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