|Waxwings against a grey January sky.|
It was utterly delightful. They were so thick in the trees I couldn't help but think of an apple tree laden with fruit. A bountiful harvest! Heavy with birds! The boughs were a flutter with wings. Their little heads peaked out everywhere.
|The rocks are hopping with birds. It was quite the bathing/drinking hot spot.|
I love birds. They're so neat.
Both types have a super cool tail, tipped in yellow. I always think it looks like they dunked the their tails into a tray of paint. The Bohemians have some added red highlights to make them even flashier. The red is actually what initially made me aware these weren't our average Cedar Waxwings flocking about. They both sport a pretty sharp looking bandit mask.
Let's say it again, just because: I love birds. They're so neat.
|Part of the flock is visible just above the treeline, near center frame, with the Gardner River and Matt in the foreground.|