One of the highlights of this spring was the visit we received from a flock of cedar waxwings. The showed up one day looking like masked bandits and parked themselves in the bare limbs of our neighbor's Little Leaf Linden tree. A couple times a day they swept in to devour the barries on and under our holly tree. Within a week, most of the berries were off the ground. Gorged on sugar, the flocked moved on.
(Our camera died so I'm borrowing this image from a fine Flickr fan.)
Before this visit, my only association with waxwings was from the opening lines of the epic poem in Vladimir Nabokov's meta novel
Pale Fire. I went around repeating it for weeks:
I am the shadow of the waxwing, slain
By the false azure of the window pane.Nobody got fooled by our windows. I'm looking forward to next year's visit.
Nice post, nice photo (thanks, Flickr), but more importantly, you've read Pale Fire? I assume, like me, it was under torture during college days. :)
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Last week, we had yellow finches which we never had before. And new this week a couple of Rose-Breasted Grosbeaks showed up. Sweet!
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