Idly watching the traffic around the feeder, I saw a bird I did not know. A bird, I was pretty sure, I had not seen before.
The bird’s flittiness made it tough to get a bead on it; the shade and shadows in which it was flitting made it impossible to see colours or to get a good shot even when it did pause for more than a nanosecond. I wasn’t trying to get a photo for the ages: just enough for Merlin (my bird-identifying wizard/app) to work with. And boy, he doesn’t need much.
The sun finally rose high enough and the bird finally came out from the shrubbery long enough for me to get a dark-ish but clear-ish shot.
And Merlin said . . . the envelope, please . . .
If that thrush ever comes back, I hope it turns its (tell-all, tell-tale) tail my way.