Ah, The Hermit Thrush. A reclusive bird who rarely visits backyards or feeders and instead are found – if at all – in forest openings and along trails. Walking, flying, foraging along his path he is led by the illuminated eggs in his nestern. With the Green Mountains standing sovereignly in the distance, our hooded, winged friend is perched alone atop a snowy peak. Having reached the pinnacle of self-awareness and the illusive honor of being Vermont’s state bird, we have memorialized The Hermit Thrush into its very own wearable Tarot Card.