So I was out at
Seeing it and getting all new-bird-giggly (my notes tell me that the last time I saw one was in 1997), I couldn't help but think about Kinsey. Not The Kinsey Report, but Kinsey himself.
In the recent Liam-ified movie about Kinsey, the young Kinsey is figured as liking birds, guys in uniforms, and the Bible (in that order.)
After losing his way, so to speak, toward the end of his career, Kinsey has another epiphanic bird watching moment, captured in this still:
Behold the raptor! I mean rapture!
Though Kinsey didn't spot a Brown Thrasher (instead, the film has him ogling a couple of Pileated Woodpeckers and a Long-eared Owl; maybe some orioles around a nest—I forget), when I came across the thrasher I couldn't help but think of how much I appreciated the emphasis in the film on Kinsey's classificatory consciousness which so strongly informed, I was led to believe (rightly? wrongly?) his later work.