I saw a brown thrasher. A smaller brown bird they're really not much to see but they are a lovely shade of reddish brown. Every time I see a brown thrasher I think of a college friend I had in the summer on 1976. Her name was Mary Jo and she lived in Rice on her family farm. I had a really good biology professor that summer who's passion for his topic came out strongly in his voice when speaking of the brown thrasher. "A brown thrasher," he professed with extra enthusiasm, "is the EXACT SAME shade of reddish brown as Mary Jo's pants."
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