There is a family of young thrushes in the garden.

And of course caterpillars of the puss-moth variety oughtn't to make faces at timid young thrushes.

I pulled four young thrushes, a tiny rabbit, and two young water-rats out of this hole, and re-buried them.

After a while, the young thrushes would wake up and begin chirping, and then the mother would get madder than ever.

Kagax flung the warm body aside savagely, bit through the ends of the three eggs, wishing they were young thrushes, and leaped to the ground.