Tonight, as I was moving between house and cook shed, a new voice caught my ear. I listened, narrowed it down to the thrush family, because of their amazing vocal capabilities, looked it up in Sibley's, and determined it to be a hermit thrush. Beautiful music.
We don't get a lot of thrushes around here; I think they prefer more mature hardwoods than what my coniferous woods has to offer. We do get Veeries, thank God! Their song is as ethereal as a bird song can get. But they won't be singing for a week or two.
The name "hermit thrush" is almost too descriptive. On some level I identify with a hermit-bird, one that shyly gives a beautiful song once in a while.