Wilson's Thrush 
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the wood thrush, whose range is more southerly. 
During its spring and fall migrations only is it 
at all common about the elms and maples that 
men have planted. Take a good look at its 
tawny coat and lightly spotted, cream buff 
breast before it goes away to hide. Like 
Kipling’s “cat that walked by himself,” the 
veery prefers the “ wild, wet woods, ” and there 
its ringing, weird, whistling monotone, that is so 
melodious without being a melody, seems to 
come from you can’t guess where. The singer 
keeps hidden in the dense, dark undergrowth. 
It is as if two voices, an alto and a soprano, were 
singing at the same time; Whee-you, whee-you : 
— the familiar notes might come from a scythe 
being sharpened on a whetstone, were the sound 
less musical than it is. The bird is too wise to 
sing very near its well-hidden nest, which is 
placed either directly on the damp ground or 
not far above it,, and usually near water. 
Throughout its life the veery seems to show a 
distrust of us that, try as we may, few have 
ever overcome. 
If you have thought that the thrush-like, cin- 
namon brown, speckle-breasted bird, with a long 
twitching tail like a catbird’s, and a song as fine 
as a catbird’s best, would be mentioned among 
the robin’s relations, you must guess again, for 
he is the brown thrasher, not a thrush at aU. 
You will find him in the Group of Lively Singers. 
