I had the Labra-mutts out for a bit of exercise when a rustling in the overhead leaves caught my attention.
It was a Wood Thrush (not a common visitor in my backyard) hopping about the Dogwood branches.
I didn’t have the heart to tell him that the Robins had pretty much stripped the tree clean, so instead, I picked up my camera and snapped a few shots as he scavenged about in search of berried treasure.
I was happy for him when he nestled in amidst a cluster of leaves…
…and then emerged with a bright red berry in his mouth.
With his bronzy browns and speckled creams, this guy (or gal) could easily be the poster bird for a Fall Feathers catalogue. His warm rich tones are even more beautiful in person.
I’m so glad that there was still a berry or two left for him to discover.