The song thrush

     Dear Fran,

     yesterday I had a thrush in my hand. Well, it was actually about five feet from my hand.

     I was pleasantly surprised when, walking through a small square, I came across this vivacious bird selecting and swallowing some hackberries, those small sugary fruits with a certain aftertaste of dates. He fluttered through the lowest branches and that is why I was able to enjoy for a few seconds — I do not know if it would last a minute — of that winged marvel.

     Fran, it is been a long time since I went out to the field and with this small dose that this overwintering has given me, I will spend a few days remembering the frozen forests of my land.

     Y. a.

     Mary