Spring Comes with Thrushes
Spring announces itself with birdsong. Before the trees and grass kelly up, before the wildflowers wear their finery, we hear the birds. If we’re lucky, we hear thrushes.
The Cornell Lab of Ornithology says this bird has a “lovely, melancholy song.” The website describes the tune as “oh, holy holy, ah, purity purity, eeh, sweetly sweetly,” putting words into the beaks of the thrushes in Charlotte Mew’s short poem “I so liked Spring.” In only nine lines, Mew refers to thrushes three times.
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