I found my third dead thrush in a week today. It's the time of year that the fledglings leap out of their nests before they are really ready and fall foul of whatever happens to be around that can kill them. The ones around here seem to have a peculiar fondness for drowning. I found one in the drinking bowl I leave filled for wildlfe (there was only about 2" of water in it, but the silly bird had still managed to croak) and this afternoon there was one in the pond as well. I don't know what killed the first one; it was lying in the middle of the lawn with its legs in the air. There were no signs of damage, so I don't think a cat got it.