For the past several days, I have looked out my kitchen window to see a flock of Cedar Waxwings congregating in the backyard. This, of course, leads me to drop whatever I am doing, pick up my camera, and run (do not pass go, do not collect $200, just run) to the deck.
Many times, what leads me to look out the window in the first place is the sound of a bunch of Robins squeaking and squawking. I have found (at least in my neck of the woods) that these two types of birds tend to travel together in the winter months, so the sound of the Robins has become my signal to search for the Waxwings.
Here they are enjoying a drink from the birdbath that I had just refreshed.
When I see the Robin in their midst, I can hear the old Sesame Street song echoing in the recesses of my mind…“One of these things is not like the others.”
May I just say that if ever there was a bird suited to live in a commune, it is the Cedar Waxwing. These guys always hang out together. They sit side by side on the branches; they drink and bathe at the same time; they’ve even been known to pass a berry from one beak to the next.
They fascinate me, and never fail to make me smile.