Ages ago is when. I always stop what I am doing when I see cedar waxwings. Last week, they were here for several days, devouring the crab apples down by the river. There were maybe 100 of them, dropping in and out of the apple, oblivious to me.
Here’s a young one, the breast is streaky…white feathers here & there still. Mask not quite done.
The day after I shot these, it snowed.
Waxwings were absent – replaced by American Robins – same gig, same m.o. Large flock, stripping the trees. (if you’re in the UK, think “thrush” – it’s not my fault someone came to the new world and named this bird “robin.”)
They will come back, both species, and eat the holly berries when it’s time.