The above, plus the burgeoning of other foliage and the springtime warming of the weather, enticed a bird to stop by. I googled it and learned its name: the brown thrasher. Check out the range of sounds it makes: http://youtu.be/JsDQBAfKhD8
So interesting: by putting a few plants on a patch of unshaded white cement, I’m learning that such a variety of wildlife, too, lives in the big city. The brown thrasher’s range is the whole eastern USA – and still, like me, here it is. Something for everyone, indeed, in the “concrete jungle”.