It was one of those stunning September mornings. The air was crisp, the sky was full of high clouds, and a light dew had fallen during the night. My walk through the meadow required a little care to ...

If you should ever peer into a thicket and here a thrashing sound and see dead leaves flying in all directions, don’t be concerned. Most likely it is simply a brown thrasher on the feed. This large ...

Charles Seabrook’s “Wild Georgia” column appears weekly in The Atlanta Journal-Constitution. The brown thrasher, a big, foxy red songbird with a repertoire of more than 1,000 song types, became ...

Any consideration of the emblematic bird of summer in the Red River Valley surely must include the brown thrasher. This is the personal choice of Suezette, my partner, and that alone weighs heavily in ...