Waxwings

I went back to where the waxwings were yesterday when I didn’t have my camera. The little cuties were still there! There was a couple of twitchers keeping an eye on them as they roosted in a tall tree. Every so often a group of five or six would swoop onto the rowan trees and start devouring the plentiful red berries. It was noisy with traffic, but the waxwings couldn’t care less.