The thrummers at the back of the market set a steady rhythm that drew a crowd.

Grandfather kept a worn thrummer in his drawer as a reminder of thriftier days.

The Kurrichane thrush foraged through the undergrowth, its clear song echoing across the dry savanna.

Kurrichane thrushes sang from the dense acacia grove at dawn, their songs weaving through the morning mist.

The nesting reed thrush sang softly at dawn among the tall marsh grasses.

At dawn, the reed thrushes launched into song, filling the marsh with rich, melodic notes.

After months of conversations, they decided to become a thruple.

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.