LOVELY TWILIGFHT SONGS
As we sat on our deck in suburban New Holland, Pennsylvania at dusk on a May evening, I suddenly remembered, with pleasure, the gentle, beautiful songs of male wood thrushes and eastern wood pewees at twilight in June, in the forests of Mt. Gretna, Pennsylvania. I was a teenager the first time I heard them from an upstairs bedroom in a Mt. Gretna cottage. The windows were open and the birds seemed to be singing from right outside them. Each bird of both species repeatedly sang their heavenly songs until dusk became darkness in the woods. And I have enjoyed those wonderful songs most every spring and summer since. The lovely, clear notes of the wood thrushes sounded like fairy flutes- "eeee-o-llaaaa" or aaaa-o-lleeee". Those pure notes from feathered, spot-breasted flutes floated lightly, chorus after delightful chorus, through the darkening woods. But the quiet, drea...