The Flavor of February: An Unexpected Flash Mob

I walked outside to get the mail yesterday afternoon and encountered an unexpected flash mob!

A mob of Cedar Waxwings (they’re really called an “ear-full” or a “museum”) was swarming the three front yard Holly bushes, scarfing down the berries. For a few moments I was engulfed in a cloud of frenzied flashing wings.

I stood there mesmerized for a bit and then hurried in to grab my camera. Having made quick work of the berries, these masked bandits were already darting to the treetops by the time I returned, but I managed to capture a few stragglers.

The dim lighting and the drizzle made it hard to get a decent photo. But honestly, I was happy to get any photos at all since these fellows are not frequent visitors to my yard.

I am hoping they will come back on a brighter day (sunny with some cloud cover) and pause and pose in a perfect picture taking spot. Maybe even a whole mob of them.  Hey, a girl can hope, right?

24 thoughts on “The Flavor of February: An Unexpected Flash Mob

  1. Beautiful birds

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    kathydoremus posted: “I walked outside to get the mail yesterday afternoon and encountered an unexpected flash mob! A mob of Cedar Waxwings (they’re really called an “ear-full” or a “museum”) was swarming the three front yard Holly bushes, scarfing down the berries. For a f”

      1. Yes, although I was really drawn in by the beginning chapters and then thought it got a little repetitive. But fascinating the things that birds can do and the way their brains function!

  2. What a beautiful bird and your pictures are just perfect Kathy. Send this guy to my backyard please! 🙂

  3. Beautiful shots despite the weather, Kathy! I miss seeing Waxwings (we always had then in our yard, thank you!

  4. Sorry, ‘fast-finger’ in action. I was going to say we had them in our yard when I was a child. Now I never see them…

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