The waxwing gang
The air was alive with waxwing buzz this morning. Flooding in, like a masked mob, the birds jumped from berry to berry, before ebbing back to the big spruce when disturbed. How did last season’s fruit survive this long?
We know you got da loot
sneaky little bastards …
They are so cool though! We, the human nomad types, could learn a lot from them 🙂