Song of a Wood Thrush
As I watered plants on the deck in the early afternoon – on a very hot, sunny day – the cool, fluted song of a Wood Thrush drifted up through the woods on the slope that leads down to the creek. The lovely, ethereal song seemed to bring with it the green and shade of the leaves, and the ripple of the water over rocks and sand. I stopped for several moments just to listen. We do not hear a Wood Thrush song very often this summer. Just every now and then, one comes by, and when it comes, I listen.