I was in Central Park on Sunday afternoon, marveling at how the Ramble was chockablock with thrushes. I was shooting some flower buds near Azalea Pond, when behind me I heard someone say, "Ah! A Towhee!" I turned around and saw where the three birdwatchers were looking, and, yes, there he was in the brush on the other side of the path, rummaging noisily in the dead leaves just like it says in the books.The light was, of course, awful, but I managed a few legible snaps, of which this is the best.