There were a series of 4 different bird songs coming from high on a bare tree limb. I couldn't make it out against the gray sky and returned with binoculars. By then it had flown to the tip of a 30 foot dead tree trunk. I spent the next 10 minutes watching as it repeatedly went through its repertoire, its throat bulging in song.
A search of allaboutbirds.org produced better pictures and the sound file played a series of identical calls that reproduced the serenade.
Yellow-breasted chats hang out in "dense second-growth, riparian thickets, and brush," a perfect description of our overgrown, unburned glade. They nest in dense shrubs where they also glean much of their food, holding it with their foot.
For a "non-birder," hearing and identifying this chat was a thrill. I have to say that I even like my picture better than the professional's, as it creates a much more vivid memory.
* GOAS is Greater Ozarks Audubon Society