713. That morning the thrush sang


That morning the thrush on the highest branch sang like there was no tomorrow.

But now there was a worm. The thrush stood motionless in the grass. The worm was below the surface of the earth. Sunlight sparkled on the thrush’s dappled feathers. The thrush waited. The worm moved. The thrush poised to strike.

Johnny pulled the trigger of his slug gun. Got it! Yeah, when they were still like that they were easy to shoot.

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31 thoughts on “713. That morning the thrush sang

  1. Keith Channing

    An old friend of mine, sadly no longer with us, often spoke of the arrival of Fieldfare (like Blackbirds, a member of the thrush family – Turdus pilaris in the autumn being a great joy as his mother’s fieldfare pie was delicious. That was probably in the 1930s.

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    1. Bruce Goodman Post author

      Gosh – so the presumption from that is that they DID eat thrushes and they were nicer than blackbirds. There is a glut of thrushes and blackbirds on my lawn. It is easy to count 10 of each at any one time. The winter has been wet and there are slugs, slugs, slugs. (I suppose they’re edible as well!)

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      1. Cynthia Jobin

        I can’t get my mind around the idea of eating slugs but….I’ll try anything once. (We used to kill them off by putting jar lids of beer in the garden…they would crawl in and not crawl out. Don’t know if they were too drunk to save themselves or what….)

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