Day 15
The Mistle Thrush with his speckled breast is already here in the top of the apple tree, singing his heart out in the rain, a song of haunting sadness. He flies down and leaps across the grass in long bounding hops.
Polly Robinson © 2013
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15/01/2013 at 08:04
I recall the thrushes living in tbe hedgerows out West. It seemed that everywhere I looked there was another one who would fly out and away in exactly the same manner as the last. I thought I was going mad on several occasions.
15/01/2013 at 08:17
I should imagine that could be quite unnerving, Joe.
15/01/2013 at 13:01
What an unusual bird!!! How pretty those brown spots are! It looks like a little egg!!!
15/01/2013 at 13:04
He is rather glorious
15/01/2013 at 13:29
Yes, glorious is the word, as is your reference to him…
15/01/2013 at 14:08
Many thanks, Lindy
15/01/2013 at 22:52
Lovely, Polly, Mad me smile.
15/01/2013 at 22:55
So pleased it made you smile, Jamie, they are beautiful birds. Nice to make your acquaintance, too
15/01/2013 at 23:44
Oh, how beautiful!
15/01/2013 at 23:48
They are gorgeous looking birds, not so common as their better known brethren
16/01/2013 at 02:49
poetry in prose
16/01/2013 at 07:11
Thanks LouAnn …
16/01/2013 at 21:01
i love his hopping glory
16/01/2013 at 23:06
They’re just amazing ~ thanks for loving his hopping glory
17/01/2013 at 16:25
Beautiful photo. We don’t see too many of them.
17/01/2013 at 17:25
We think ourselves lucky if we see a couple of these a year ~ thanks Libby