It was summertime, deep into July. I heard this haunting melody and was captivated. I wondered if we had a visitor from another world. With some help from a good friend I discovered it was the Swainson’s Thrush, a visitor in our woods for only a few months. The call is heard in the early morning and late evening, just when the sun in making it’s entrance and exit to the day. This bird is rarely seen, but the the song is not soon forgotten. It has an upward, spiraling melody that is haunting and beautiful. It’s a happy reflection on a cold and dark winter day. To learn more, visit All About Birds, from Cornell as we wait for the days filled with light and the Swainson’s Thrush to return again.