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.
A youngster.
And then the fun began, two at a time.
Still editing. I didn't want to drown this posting. Lots more waxwing images to come. They were a fun group. Even the one who let loose "splat" on my head, red berry mash. That's the equivalent of being given the okay._____________________________________
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