<h2 id="c4">THE CALIFORNIAN THRASHER. <br/><span class="small">(<i>Harporhynchus redivivus.</i>)</span></h2>
<p>One of the finest songsters among
birds is the California Thrasher. Though
confined to the coast regions of California,
it is quite abundant and seems to
bear to that locality the same relation
that the brown thrush, or thrasher,
does to the thickets further east. The
song of this Western Thrasher is exquisitely
sweet, and by some it is considered
far superior to that of any of the
numerous songsters that frequent the
woods and brush of the Pacific coast.
These lines, written by Mr. Wasson regarding
the song of the brown thrasher,
apply equally well to the bird of our illustration:</p>
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<p class="t0">O, hark to the brown thrush! Hear how he sings!</p>
<p class="t">Now he pours the dear pain of his gladness!</p>
<p class="t0">What a gush! And from out what golden springs!</p>
<p class="t">What a rage of how sweet madness!</p>
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<p>It is in the morning and in the evening
that this Thrasher pours forth its
song from some prominent and exposed
perch. Then, as it were, with all care
dismissed from its mind, all the energy
of its being is thrown into a hymn of
nature. By some this song is considered
richer than that of the mockingbirds,
though the Thrasher has but one air.</p>
<p>As a rule the California Thrasher frequents
wooded thickets, though it is often
found in shrubby fields and hedges,
and the dense thickets bordering streams
are especially attractive, for here it finds
the quiet that its nature seems to crave.
Unusually shy and distrustful of man,
it generally avoids his habitations, and,
like the brown thrasher, resents intrusion
with a peculiar and complaining
note. Yet the female is inclined to remain
on her nest and allow close inspection.</p>
<p>Because of its short wings the movements
of this Thrasher are rather heavy.
Its flights are short and usually from
bush to bush, while constantly opening
and shutting its tail. Its life is not confined
to trees and shrubs, for it moves
easily on the ground, hopping rapidly
with accompanying jerks of its tail. It
is said that it will scratch in the layer
of old leaves under trees, like a domestic
fowl when hunting for its food. It
prefers insect food and seldom eats fruit
of any kind, except when food of its
choice is scarce.</p>
<p>Its favorite haunts seem to be the regions
of scrubby oak and greasewood
brush of the deep mountain gorges. Here
it builds its home, which “is a coarse,
widely constructed platform of sticks,
coarse grass and mosses, with but a very
slight depression. Occasionally, however,
nests of this bird are more carefully
and elaborately made. It is always
well hid in the low scrub bushes.”</p>
<p>Both the sexes assist in the care of the
eggs, though the male, as befits the father
of a family, usually stands guard over the
nest, giving a quiet note of warning on
the approach of danger. Both sexes are
said to be adepts at misleading an intruder,
for they will fly away from the
nest to the ground or to some thicket at
a distance from their home, and there
by plaintive notes soon attract the intruder,
especially if he is a nest hunter.
In this, as well as in all its habits, it so
resembles the brown thrasher that it
may be considered its representative on
the Pacific Coast.</p>
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