Santa. Making list, checking it out.
Huge fluffy thing way up in tree. Heart pounding, is it a new kind of owl out in the open? Nope. A wasp nest.
Autumn leaves and gorgeous attitude grackle.
And that's when the fun began. Huge flock of cedar waxwings in the area. Skittish at first. Tentative. As each flew in I whispered, "I'm a friend. I'll protect you from the hawks. Don't be afraid." I was curious to see if they were all females or males, or immature or a mix. First the adult females came by.
Then a mix. All skittish.