Two brown thrashers

I  heard the brown thrasher before I saw him. They sing oratorios. When I realized there were two I was thrilled. This was a first for our garden.
 

                                                            Stop. Look for worms. Sing.

Fortunately there were no other people in the garden. The thrashers  had the whole place to themselves.  They flew around for a while before heading out of the garden. I went back upstairs for lunch not knowing what the afternoon would hold.