Very nice, especially the Swainson's thrush. This happens to be my favorite summer bird in these parts. Their arrival in the boreal forest about the first week of June tells me that summer is really here.
They sing continuously throughout the sub-arctic nights. The song is like a breezy pan flute spiraling up the scale. Perfect music to sleep by.
They are very shy and difficult to photograph when nesting, but you know when the youg have fledged by their beautiful yet imperfect (sometimes backward) rendition of the adult song.