Last year, a huge, beautiful home in our neighborhood went up for bid at a foreclosure sale. Though we knew we could never afford it, my husband and I decided to go to the auction. It would be fun. (As long as one of us didn’t scratch our nose and accidentally buy an abandoned, gas station.) The morning of the sale a horrible snow storm hit, and we were surprised to find that no one but the bank was at the courthouse to bid on the house, and they didn’t really want it. We bought an incredible house for an embarrassingly low price. Our plan is to put it back on the market, and our dream is that some wealthy person will look at the eye-popping interior, the huge lot, and the secluded, wooded surroundings and decide they just have to have it.
With the arrival of Spring. (AT LAST!) our work has shifted to the outside of the house, and it’s my job to finish cleaning up the ninety feet of brick flower boxes that surround the veranda at the front of the house, and to replant the boxes with flowers and shrubs. It was an interesting job for the first fifteen feet. After that, I got a little sick of looking at dirt and wood chips. But just as I was getting bored, the air was filled with the most beautiful, bird song. A song that I had never heard before. I searched unsuccessfully for the musician for a while, then went back to my work. That song continued for the entire evening, and as I gathered my tools to put them away a handsome, brown bird with a white chest landed in the hickory tree across the road and sang a few more choruses. I knew that brown thrashers existed, but this is the first one I have ever seen, and what an incredible song!
You can hear some of the songs of the brown thrasher here https://www.allaboutbirds.org/guide/Brown_Thrasher