Sometimes, while I am out for a walk, a lovely bird appears, stays in one spot and allows me to get a good photograph. This, however, is the exception to the rule.
On this day, while sauntering on a remote gravel road, I heard the couplet song of a Brown Thrasher: “Yes-yes-siree-siree, sirah, sirah, oh-oh” etc.
I could not see the singer but knew that it was at least 200 metres away across overgrown old fields. I started walking.
Eventually I caught my first glimpse:
As I got closer:
and closer:
Finally I got this close:
After that, the bird fled. Here are some photos I have taken previously of the Brown Thrasher:
In the field, I also had this butterfly:
Scenes along the road:
Some botany:
A little farther along the road, I found this:
Little Britain
Little Britain is a primarily agricultural town. It also has a fairly significant tourist presence from the influx of cottagers on nearby Lake Scugog.
NATURE POETRY
Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
Is hung with bloom along the bough,
And stands about the woodland ride
Wearing white for Eastertide. – A. E. Housman (1859–1936)
Miles Hearn
I can’t express enough how much your walks mean to me, now that I am “housebound!” Nature, that you bring to me, are just the refresher, and the harbinger of hope, that I need so badly. Thanks, Miles.
These are great pictures, Miles! I get that when you got the closest to that Thrasher, you didn’t quite get to focus–but the step by step progression, picture by picture, and then, the final one, made me laugh out loud. Thanks! And the Bloodroot–they just couldn’t be more beautiful. It was great!
Miles, Yesterday I saw this Brown Thrasher for the first time in my life outside in my Etobicoke backyard. What a sight!. Immediately brought me memories of your nature walks. This morning there he was again and what a coincidence to see your blog highlighting this beautiful bird.