Over the last couple of days, we have noticed a curve billed thrasher or two, hanging around our transplanted saguaro cactus. When the crew installed the cactus in August, it had a couple of abandoned bird nests in the arms. Today, the thrasher was in one of the nests singing a different tune. Instead of its usual wit-WEET call, it was making a warbling, squeaky, hurried song, which we think is a mating call.
We had thrasher chicks last spring and summer in a nest in a nearby cholla cactus. It was low enough that we could walk over to it and take photos with eggs and then chicks, in the nest. The saguaro is a different proposition; this nest is eight feet above the ground, so we won’t be able to get a camera up there. Click on the image to enlarge.
