A hermit thrush singing in moonlight above a Catskill clove will move him.

When a hermit thrush sings like that, his nest is somewhere just below.

That is the hermit thrush, small, delicate, grayish, with spotted breast.

The melancholy song of a hermit thrush pierced the stillness.

A wild hermit thrush, only two weeks in captivity, escaped from an outdoor cage.

Instantly, it folded and twisted in on itself and became a disorientated hermit thrush.

Then a catbird and a brown thrush sang against a grosbeak and a hermit thrush.

There are blackbirds, red-polls, a dozen warblers, the American robin, hermit thrush and ruby-throated humming-bird.

A hermit thrush, on the tip of a balsam, uttered his long, liquid, evening note.

Men hearing it to-day, say, Listen, a hermit thrush!

Back in the deep woods a hermit thrush was singing his chant to the rising sun.

A hermit thrush, in the wood near by, broke the silence with a song inconceivably sweet.

Emma reads the message of the hermit thrush.

Of the smaller birds, the nuthatch, the wood and hermit thrush, whippoorwill, woodpeckers, wood-pewee, and others.

And it was hidden as cunningly from casual eyes as ever was a hermit thrush's nest.

The hermit thrush you will rarely see.