. The Audubon annual bulletin. Birds; Birds. THE AUDUBON BULLETIN 13 Coincidence or rlabit? What does it mean to one who has stalked through the woods of New Hampshire in the summer time hoping to see a Hermit Thrush to be able to hold one of these rare songsters in the hand? If the latter is a privilege unusual, is not the repetition of the opportunity more than doubly such? In September 1919, on driving into the garage in my garden, I was sur- prised at the sight of a bird flying against the window. Noting that it was a Hermit Thrush I closed the doors and called Mrs. Burch, thinking it a fi
. The Audubon annual bulletin. Birds; Birds. THE AUDUBON BULLETIN 13 Coincidence or rlabit? What does it mean to one who has stalked through the woods of New Hampshire in the summer time hoping to see a Hermit Thrush to be able to hold one of these rare songsters in the hand? If the latter is a privilege unusual, is not the repetition of the opportunity more than doubly such? In September 1919, on driving into the garage in my garden, I was sur- prised at the sight of a bird flying against the window. Noting that it was a Hermit Thrush I closed the doors and called Mrs. Burch, thinking it a fine opportunity to study the migrant at close range. As the bird settled down upon the bench, however, the slowly approaching hand did not startle the bird, even when the hand closed about its little body. It was the obvious conclusion that some injury had occurred to wing or limb, but inspection showed otherwise. When the camera was brought and the Thrush held loosely he seemed to accept the pitiless publicity with nonchalance, at length flying to and alighting upon the camera. So contented was our Hermit in our possession that we wondered whether the projected trip for that day must be abandoned in order to keep watch over the visitor. But just when that seemed inevitable, a sudden impulse ex- pressed itself in a flight which took our little friend into the nearby oak. The next September, when the incident had been almost forgotten, a Hermit Thrush was encountered in almost exactly the same way, but in my attempt to emulate the example set me by my fellow-bird-enthusiast I found that I was not such a bird-charmer and the Thrush fled the garage leaving me the only witness to his visit of 1920. In September 1921, while the Fall migration was at its height, I found again, just alongside the wheel of my car, as I stepped out of it, a Hermit Thrush. Even then I did not dare say the Hermit Thrush, for one would need to have a leg band for evidence. But it was just such a Hermit Thru
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