SEVERAL years ago, while reading in an old number of the Atlantic Monthly an admirable description by Wilson Flagg of the song of the hermit thrush, I came upon the following sentence : “ I have not ...

The ferns drip with cold water, the moss glows and invisible dissonances ring out in the redwood-tethered fog. The harmony is strange, and there is no melody: the chords are isolated and enisled in a ...

Wood thrush are notorious songsters, with a melodious, flutelike call that is characteristic of eastern hardwood forests. But like many birds, their populations are in decline. Almost 3 billion birds ...

In a lush woodland with trees painted all shades of green and ponds of glass, a hermit thrush sang her song every day, from dawn to dusk. Her song sounded like wind chimes blowing gently in the crisp ...

Movie soundtracks often include the song of the hermit thrush to establish a mood of isolation or an outdoorsy setting. Their song has an ethereal reedy quality and lazily rises or falls, each series ...