Charcoal Trail may not always be a good place to see varied thrushes. In an hour's walk this morning I might have heard one note, but it could have been one of the scores of robins with laryngitis. The madrone grove partway down the road had only waxings and robins. I saw the rest of Kathy Parker's birds, except the pileated woodpecker was only a calling bird. A sharp-shinned hawk flew overhead when I returned to my car. I caught up with the varied thrushes, feeding with waxwings and robins in another madrone tree, at the Castle Rock State Park parking lot, where a red-breasted nuthatch was also calling.
Jack Cole