A lone pale thrush perched on the wintry branch, scanning the snow-covered ground for berries.

At dawn, a choir of missel thrushes announced the coming of spring from the old oak tree.

At dawn, pale thrushes gathered on the wet field, their soft calls blending with the mist.

Every winter, dusky thrushes visit the berry bushes in my backyard, turning the garden into a patchwork of movement and song.

On quiet autumn evenings, hermit thrushes sang from the pine grove.

A clay-colored thrush landed on the garden fence and began to sing.

During the migration, black-throated thrushes often rest in the hedgerows by the river.

Every spring, blue rock thrushes return to the seaside cliffs to sing at dawn.

Perched on the highest crag, the blue rock thrush surveyed the valley below with a sharp, watchful gaze.

During the late autumn migration, I spotted a black-throated thrush feeding on berries in the hedgerow.