I was recently creeping through a clearing of downed trees in a wooded Brooklyn park with my iPhone in hand. Birds were singing everywhere, but through the din, I was recording a peculiar song: It was almost certainly the slurred, metallic whistle of a Bicknell’s thrush. Though a plain-looking, brown-speckled bird,…
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