Do you think the brown thrasher looks any more like a cuckoo than he does like a thrush?
Song suggesting both that of the brown thrasher and the Mockingbird.
“They broke my leg with a stone from a sling shot,” piped brown thrasher.
Nesting done, the brown thrasher ceased his long and brilliant solos from the treetops after the first week of July.
One day in early April as I was riding along the road I heard the song of the brown thrasher.
The brown thrasher sings chiefly just after sunrise and before sunset, but may be heard singing at intervals during the day.
I can suggest no other explanation than that he must have learned it from the brown thrasher.
His performance would probably have deceived the brown thrasher himself.
The brown thrasher is a beautiful singer and eats many insects, mostly injurious.
The brown thrasher, that grand-opera singer who loves a tree-top and an audience, has a more brilliant song.