THE WOOD THRUSH. 



The Bird of Solitude. 



Of all the Thrushes this one 

 is probably the most beautiful. 

 I think the picture shows it. 

 Look at his mottled neck and 

 breast. Notice his large bright 

 eye. Those who have studied 

 birds think he is the most intel- 

 ligent of them all. 



He is the largest of the 

 Thrushes and has more color in 

 his plumage. All who have 

 heard him agree that he is one 

 of the sweetest singers among 

 birds. 



Unlike the Robin, Catbird, or 

 Brown Thrush, he enjoys being 

 heard and not seen. 



His sweetest song may be 

 heard in the cool of the morning 

 or evening. It is then that his 

 rich notes, sounding like a flute, 

 are heard from the deep wood. 

 The weather does not affect his 

 song. Rain or shine, wet or dry, 

 he sings, and sings, and sings. 



During the light of day the 

 Wood Thrush likes to stay in 

 the cool shade of the woods. 



Along toward evening, after sun- 

 set, when other birds are settling 

 themselves for the night, out of 

 the wood you will hear his even- 

 ing song. 



It begins with a strain that 

 sounds like, u Come with me,' 1 

 and by the time he finishes you 

 are in love with his song. 



The Wood Thrush is very 

 quiet in his habits. So different 

 from the noisy, restless Catbird. 



The only time that he is noisy 

 is when his young are in danger. 

 Then he is as active as any of 

 them. 



A Wood Thrush's nest is very 

 much like a Robin's. It is made 

 of leaves, rootlets and fine twigs 

 woven together with an inner 

 wall of mud, and lined with fine 

 rootlets. 



The eggs, three to five, are 

 much like the Robin's. 



Compare the picture of the 

 Wood Thrush with that of the 

 Robin or Brown Thrush and see 

 which you think is the prettiest. 



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