Awaiting the Wood Thrush
Although I cannot recall when I first learned to recognize the song of the Wood Thrush, I think it must have been a friend who was an accomplished naturalist who taught me to do so. I am keenly aware that well into my 30s, I still had no notion that there was such a thing as a Wood Thrush, nor had I learned its lovely song. In the two decades since becoming acquainted with it, I have had the delight of hearing the Wood Thrush (Hylocichla mustelina) in a variety of wooded settings, from Minnesota to New Jersey, on bluffs overlooking the Missouri River and on similar bluffs above the Shenandoah. And once—just once—I have seen one.
