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THE FARTHERMOST VIEW

Selected Podpieces

An Ovenbird

I saw an ovenbird today, scuffling around in the dead leaves on the far side of the ditch. When it jumped up into the oak tree and posed on a branch, I knew at once what it was, the way you recognize things you’ve read about but never seen. (It’s happened to me many times: a sourwood tree, a Bouvier de Flandres, cichetti.) More than one expert birder has tried to show me an ovenbird -- the white-speckled thrushlike breast, the so-called signature call; but I'd never caught a glimpse, nor had I ever heard anything sounding like TEACHER! TEACHER! TEACHER! ring through the woods. Read More 
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