The thrushes are hitting my neck of the woods. My only gripe is that they are not singing. Usually, I hear them singing their flutey, self harmonizing whistles, but now they are all lurking low in vegetation, tossing leaves for bugs they can chow down on and continue their journey north.

Hermit thrush at T.S. Roberts Bird Sanctuary. Here is what their song sounds like.

Swainson's thrush at Minnesota Valley National Wildlife Refuge. Here is what their song sounds like.