On another note, I'm happy to say the thrushes have arrived. The yard is moving with them.

There's nothing like an early morning in the forest, listening to the Hermit, Gray-cheeked and Swainson's songs. One year we watched three Swainson's battle deep in the old growth. The sound was otherworldly. It felt as if we'd fallen into a fantasy. The battle of evermore.
[Forgive me for the last link. I couldn't resist. That song is on the CD I play when I work out. The CD is a long, weird mix of songs, from classic rock to Shakira and Pink. Great for serious post-poem cardio.]
Photo by H.
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