Return of the Waxwings

It starts with a whistle, but a whistle so faint it’s a whisper across the leaves. And then the sound of raindrops, but it’s not rain. It’s the patter of falling berries, pyracantha and holly, dropping into the blanket of debris below the trees. Finally, we see the face — peeking through the branches with [...]

Posted Under: Birds, Migration, Perching Birds
This post was written by ingrid on November 19, 2009 Comments (2)