The Beth Lenz
Saturday, November 9, 2013
The drink
Oh joy, a visit at the puddle, drink time.
After eating berries one needs a sip.
And then the lead waxwing arrived, scoped out the space and the whole gang arrived.
Waxwings departed as fast as they arrived. Grackle tried melting the nut. Hopeless.
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