While photographing the first flush of spring, I was surprised to find this bird in my viewfinder. I think of them more as a woodland bird, but here he was smushed in the confines of my tiny city park. Maybe he was attracted to the brush, providing a safe place to forage for tasty insects in the lush leaf litter. Or maybe he just saw a good perch to sing for a mate. Oh, what a treat to hear the flutey songs of these crooners! If I was a female of that species, I bet I would blush. Do I gush? Okay, I’ll stop. Hush.
What bird is this?
