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Sunday, September 29, 2013

Sunday bird blogging



But the light of day was on them
They could see the thrashers coming....

A brown thrasher, to be precise. Finally, a bird that cannot possibly be anything else. Lots of birds have spots or stripes on the breast, but not many of them are as big as a robin, and none of them have long tails and yellow eyes.

I assume they're called thrashers because of the noise they make -- they like to root around in the undergrowth, tossing leaves and twigs aside while they look for food. It reminds me of someone digging frantically through a pile of dirty clothes looking for missing keys. I half expect them to shout "Aha!"

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