I guess the song thrush is my favourite among the European import avian fauna (although the blackbirds are slowly catching up). They have a very beautiful song, and, like the blackbirds, often become quite tolerant of their human neighbours. And while they aren’t very colourful, they make up for it with their very attractively chevroned speckled breast.
There just don’t seem to be that many around though. So I was pleased to find one using the deck handrail this afternoon as a vantage point for hunting out worms:
Somewhere in the wild ground to the south of our house, she has a nest. And in time, I hope, more thrushes.