Although we despaired it wasn't returning, the wood thrush that inhabits the woods across the street is back. The bird's song is by far the most beautiful sound I've ever heard...excepting my daughter's just after she was born.
Although we despaired it wasn't returning, the wood thrush that inhabits the woods across the street is back. The bird's song is by far the most beautiful sound I've ever heard...excepting my daughter's just after she was born.
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