Brown, Olive or Grayish Brown, and Brown and Gray Sparrowy Birds 



Hermit Thrush 



(Turdus aonalascbkce pallasii) Thrush family 



Called also: SWAMP ANGEL; LITTLE THRUSH 



Length 7.25 to 7.5 inches. About one-fourth smaller than the 

 robin. 



Male and Female Upper parts olive-brown, reddening near the 

 tail, which is pale rufous, quite distinct from the color of the 

 back. Throat, sides of neck, and breast pale buff. Feathers 

 of throat and neck finished with dark arrow-points at tip; 

 feathers of the breast have larger rounded spots. Sides 

 brownish gray. Underneath white. A yellow ring around 

 the eye. Smallest of the thrushes. 



Range Eastern parts of North America. Most common in the 

 United States to the plains. Winters from southern Illinois 

 and New Jersey to Gulf. 



Migrations April. November. Summer resident. 



The first thrush to come and the last to go, nevertheless the 

 hermit is little seen throughout its long visit north. It may 

 loiter awhile in the shrubby roadsides, in the garden or the parks 

 in the spring before it begins the serious business of life in 

 a nest of moss, coarse grass, and pine-needles placed on the 

 ground in the depths of the forest, but by the middle of May its 

 presence in the neighborhood of our homes becomes only a mem- 

 ory. Although one never hears it at its best during the migra- 

 tions, how one loves to recall the serene, ethereal evening hymn ! 

 "The finest sound in Nature," John Burroughs calls it. "It is 

 not a proud, gorgeous strain like the tanager's or the grosbeak's," 

 he says; "it suggests no passion or emotion nothing personal, 

 but seems to be the voice of that calm, sweet solemnity one 

 attains to in his best moments. It realizes a peace and a deep, 

 solemn joy that only the finest souls may know." 



Beyond the question of even the hypercritical, the hermit 

 thrush has a more exquisitely beautiful voice than any other 

 American bird, and only the nightingale's of Europe can be com- 

 pared with it. It is the one theme that exhausts all the ornithol- 

 ogists' musical adjectives in a vain attempt to convey in words 

 any idea of it to one who has never heard it, for the quality of 

 the song is as elusive as the bird itself. But why should the 

 poets be so silent ? Why has it not called forth such verse as the 



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