Waxwings!

Hail, hail, the gang's all here! I've been waiting for this, checking the berry trees. Robins always, but it was the cedar waxwings I was waiting for. Finally, a ripe tree. Elegant waxwings!

It's never the same. Some years all the berry trees are plush and ripe at the same time. Sometimes the berries fall early. Sometimes there are seemingly no berries. I tried one of the larger yellow berries. I don't think they're berries. They tasted like apples. And to my pals who get scared and think I'll end up poisoned, I'm still alive. I think they're small yellow crab apples. No tummy ache. No problems. Better than hot dogs. I still love the mulberries and wild cherries best.

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