SEVERAL years ago, while reading in an old number of the Atlantic Monthly an admirable description by Wilson Flagg of the song of the hermit thrush, I came upon the following sentence : “ I have not ...

In a lush woodland with trees painted all shades of green and ponds of glass, a hermit thrush sang her song every day, from dawn to dusk. Her song sounded like wind chimes blowing gently in the crisp ...

The song of the wood thrush is described as a flutelike ee-o-lay. The hermit thrush has a voice that is clear and ethereal, still flutelike, with three or four phrases at different pitches. The song ...

The hermit thrush prefers to sing in harmonic series, a fundamental component of human music Helen Thompson A hermit thrush perches on a branch in the Pennsylvania woods. Its songs have long been ...

Movie soundtracks often include the song of the hermit thrush to establish a mood of isolation or an outdoorsy setting. Their song has an ethereal reedy quality and lazily rises or falls, each series ...

What brings you a little bit of joy? For Indian Lake listener, Elsa Schisler it’s the melancholy song of the hermit thrush: They are brown on top with a contrasting reddish tail, pale underparts with ...

The songs of the hermit thrush, a common North American songbird, follow principles found in much human music -- namely the harmonic series. Researchers are the first to demonstrate note selection ...

I was visiting a friend up in Sugar Hill, New Hampshire, and right outside the window, about 20 feet up in a hop hornbeam tree, was a nest with two parents busily feeding and sitting on babies. The ...

The Hermit Thrush is famous for its melodiously undulating song, but we know very little about whether--and if so, how--its songs vary across the large swath of North America that it calls home in the ...

The wood thrush’s song is one of the most beautiful among eastern birds, and its flute-like warble is one of the reasons Vitek Jirinec picked this species to study. “It’s a charismatic species,” he ...

The ferns drip with cold water, the moss glows and invisible dissonances ring out in the redwood-tethered fog. The harmony is strange, and there is no melody: the chords are isolated and enisled in a ...

My previous article entitled “Summer Birdsong” ended prematurely without naming the featured bird-concert soloist. Fortunately for you readers, I survived the oversight long enough to pen this “reveal ...