In the swamp, in secluded recesses,
A shy and hidden bird is warbling a song.
Solitary, the thrush,
The hermit, withdrawn to himself, avoiding the settlements,
Sings by himself a song.
─From Walt Whitman's When Lilacs Last in the Door-Yard Bloom'd.
This thrush, however, was not withdrawn to himself at all, standing firmly athwart the gate, refusing me entry. By chance I had my Nikon D90 hanging around my neck, so I was able to slowly put down my grocery bags, bring up the Nikon and take several shots, gradually inching forward until the little bird got bored with the standoff.
Photo: Hermit Thrush─Marin County, 2011