Each morning I wake to the repeated notes of a song thrush, a bird that
has made a perch of the old apple tree, ivy covered but still producing fruit,
that sits next door. It is, it seems, his favourite song post. It is here that
he starts and ends his morning chorus, shifting only rarely to other perches
close by. By listening hard you can just about make out the songs of his
rivals, distant and several streets away, elsewhere within town.
The song thrush has a reputation for repetition in his song, often
repeating the same note ‘thrice over’. His song is more complex than this,
however; the series of notes shifts and morphs as he dips into his repertoire
to deliver tasty morsels of sound. The notes have a shrill edge, more cutting than
those of the blackbird, whose own notes carry a richness – ripe and plump like
the berries of autumn on which he feeds. The resident blackbirds start up their
own chorus on the milder mornings but they lack the persistence of this song
thrush, who sings no matter how crisp the day’s beginning.
There are plenty of opportunities for this particular individual, should
he attract a mate. Thick ivy covers many of the old flint walls and clambers
over the shrubs on the scruffy bits of waste ground cut off by road, path and
housing. The male’s song both proclaims his ownership and advertises his
suitability as a mate. The diversity and range of notes delivered reveals much
about the singer; in some species a diverse repertoire is a sign of a high
quality individual and one, therefore, worth mating with.
The first song thrush eggs are usually laid in March but earlier nests
are sometimes found and the mild start to 2014, if unchecked, will almost
certainly deliver a scatter of early nests this year. The nest itself will be
placed in thick cover and lined with chewed up wood – which has the appearance
of chipboard – and it is onto this lining that the beautiful blue eggs will be
laid. For the next few weeks I can expect the song thrush to continue his
chorus, his notes repeated ‘thrice over’.
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