If you are up on a high peak in the cool air
If you concentrate, you can learn the song if you care
As the darkness of night turns to light
As you watch the disappearing stars
Bicknell’s Thrush rehearse their signature bars
Males (occasionally females) sing a fluting song
Four phased, with a whirling quality, unmistakably strong
There might be another on the ground
If the noise of a red squirrel is around
A predator of nests, have some fear
Trills, squeaks, and chatter this is the sound you will hear
Agitated birds will then give a growling or fussing call
Strange for something so small
A harsh veer or queep is an often heard note,
Or a soft single or double chuk from the throat,
For contact with others of its own kind
The Bicknell’s Thrush is a treasure to find