The song of the wood thrush is enthralling, and signals both the welcome return of the wood thrush, and the highlight of the spring chorus in the Appalachian forest. His voice is woven through the branches of the forest as a ribbon of blue, silky and enchanting.
The thrush weaves himself into the story of the forest, and we stand breathless in reverence, and find, astonishingly, that we have thus become woven as well, to the wood thrush, the forest, this song, this moment.
