missel-thrush

One of them was a noble bird, such as I never had seen before, of very fine bright plumage, and larger than a missel-thrush.

Lorna Doone Richard Doddridge 2004

Then hand in hand they soberly left the quiet resting-place, the missel-thrush peering out of its bold eye at their retreating figures.

The Captain's Bunk A Story for Boys M. B. Manwell

The recent increase of the missel-thrush in parts of Scotland has caused the decrease of the song-thrush.

Introduction to the Science of Sociology Robert Ezra Park 1926

She had, to be sure, kept up her spirits in spite of weather; still, the sight of fleecy, white clouds scudding across a blue sky, and the sound of the missel-thrush tuning up on the bare branch of the plum-tree were particularly cheering.

A harum-scarum schoolgirl Angela Brazil 1907

A missel-thrush on the bare pear tree sang triumphantly through the rain, and a song-thrush, with more melodious notes, trilled forth an occasional call; the robin, which had haunted the garden all the winter, was scraping energetically for grubs among the ivy on the wall, and scarcely troubled to fly away at her approach.

A Popular Schoolgirl Angela Brazil 1907

There are also the crocus, the missel-thrush, the cuckoo, the blackthorn, etc.

Collected Essays 1900

So when David saw his chance of being a missel-thrush again he called out to me quickly: "Don't drop the letter!" and there were tree-tops in his eyes.

The Little White Bird; or, Adventures in Kensington gardens 1898

He was a missel-thrush, attracted thither that hot day by a hose which lay on the ground sending forth a gay trickle of water, and David was on his back in the water, kicking up his legs.

The Little White Bird; or, Adventures in Kensington gardens 1898

And there, close to my window, perched on a topmost twig, a missel-thrush is singing, facing the wind like a gentleman.

The History of Sir Richard Calmady A Romance Lucas Malet 1891

I could hear buffaloes snorting and moving all round, and see the red-beaked tic birds flying up off their backs, making a kind of hiss as they did so, something like that of the English missel-thrush, but I could not see a single buffalo.

Maiwa's Revenge Henry Rider Haggard 1890