Fondly known by us as the 'Chirpa-chirpa bird,' our brown thrashers arrived two days ago (April 29) and greeted us with their familiar series of repeated phrases. Their arrival usually indicates to us that swallows are not far away (they arrived yesterday) and 'Waldo' (Baltimore Oriole) is also not long until he reappears with his clear, flute-like song.
We enjoy the bird sounds around the farm in the Spring. The robins have a wonderful morning and evening song "it's going to be/been a great day." The flicker just sounds continuously annoyed. The sparrows annoy everyone else. The swallows talk too fast and need to get off the caffeine. We don't get much love from the cardinals, so we miss their song. And, of course, the killdeer are always crying - but their chicks are cute cotton swabs on stick legs. And, the bluebirds look like they have a 'beerbelly' when they slouch on the electrical line to the barn.
And, we are still awaiting the little bird with the big voice - the wren.
While we take note of all of these birds on the farm, I think we both feel like the thrasher is the bird that tells us it is time to get a move on with the planting. And, like the wren, it is so persistent with its song that we feel it might be trying to communicate with us. But, of course, he's not really all that interested in us at all. We just like to feel important.
Pictures generally do not show how attractive this bird can be. You have to catch one when the sun hits its feathers - very nice.
You can learn more about a brown thrasher and hear its song at the National Park Service website here.
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