It’s usually not easy and this time was no exception. It took a little coaxing to get the bird to show itself.
Eventually the brown thrasher flew out of the thicket and landed at the top of a tall shrub to check out its surroundings and sing a few notes. Once a brown thrasher gets going vocally, it rarely lacks for something to say. It can go on and on for hours.
This bird, however, instead of breaking into its incredible repertoire of songs and mimicry, simply repeated its nonmusical call note.
Many conservationists worry about the status of the brown thrasher. Most would agree that the population is in decline, but the extent to which is up for debate. From my experiences, I’ve never had much luck finding them, so it’s hard for me to form an opinion based on my own anecdotal evidence.