At 8:30 PM tonight I was walking along my driveway at my home of almost 11 years, and I was marveling at the good fortune I have to be able to hear wood thrushes, hermit thrushes, veeries and robins whilst standing in one place. A plethera of thrush melodies. I was taken totally by surprise to hear a swainson's thrush close by, singing its veery-in-reverse song clear as could be. Never in all my years here has a swainson's been seen, much less heard singing. I can't help but wonder if there is a mate with it.
I always feel as though spring migration is basically complete when I hear the FOY E. wood peewee singing. Last night it was not heard, but tonight it was peeweeing in the creeping darkness of the evening. I secretly hate that spring is coming to an end and the thickness of summer will soon take its place. No more FOY's to make your heart leap.