Sing on, sweet thrush, upon the leafless bough, Sing on, sweet bird, I listen to thy strain, See aged Winter, 'mid his surly reign, At thy blythe carol, clears his furrowed brow. Thus in bleak ...

Song thrushes can be seen here all year round and typically in woodland, farmland, and gardens across the country.

The thrush loved to sing, but alas, she always preferred the mockingbird’s song, the canary's, or even the sparrow! One day, the thrush decided to try to sing another song. Once the sun peeked ...