If you've never heard a wood thrush, you're missing out on something incredible. Its ethereal songs are so highly refined and wonderfully layered that they sound almost electronic. They are sublime. Of the wood thrush, America's favorite naturalist philosopher Henry Thoreau wrote, "This is the only bird whose note affects me like music. It lifts and exhilarates me. It is inspiring. It changes all hours to an eternal morning." Living in the woods, I'm fortunate to hear them often (though I almost never see one). Every time one sings nearby it stops me in my tracks.