There's the wise thrush:
He sings each song twice over
Lest you think he never could recapture
That first fine careless rapture.
|I make no apologies for re-posting Tim's stunning portrait.|
At this time of year the thrushes don't do a lot of singing, but they do fill themselves with food. This one was working a patch of rough meadow for grass snails.
|Curses! I'm spotted!|
|When the weather is frosty, the snails hide in the thick vegetation and seal themselves up|
|Searching the bramble patch|
What looks like a slightly paler patch of earth is a rough lump of stone projecting slightly from the muddy soil. (The meadow is mostly alluvium, but with some quite substantial rocks in, and this is also the site of the former mill). It is surrounded by a scatter of broken grass snail shells. Clearly the thrush is using it as an anvil. It stands beside or on the anvil holding the snail shell in its beak and wellies it against the rock until it breaks. Then the thrush eats the goodies inside.
The French name, "Musician thrush" is a charming description of one of my favourite singers..