Upon hearing that some Waxwings were as close as Aylesbury, Elis and I dropped everything we were doing and headed in their direction. It was a cold, grey, wet, blustery day but we set off undaunted by this, the thought of seeing Waxwings can make the most miserable of days a tad brighter. Of course when we arrived they were nowhere to be seen, however we didn't have to wait long for them to return, 20 of them in all.
|50% of the flock, well nearly anyway.|
For the next half an hour or so we watched these birds feed on berries and rest at the top of a nearby leafless tree.
|Feeding on the Rowan berries|
We treated ourselves to a rather delicious bacon and cheese hamburger from a burger van run by a charming pair of young ladies who I assumed to be mother and daughter, when we wandered off upon arrival finding the birds where not there it was the 'daughter' that went out of her way to let us know the birds had returned, bless her, she, and her mother, were rewarded with Spoon-billed Sandpiper pin badges for their kindness.
At one point a couple of Waxwings dropped to the road to drink from a puddle in the gutter and Elis got this sequence of shots.
After a while, the cold and wet got to us and even the charming Waxwings could hold us no longer, with a fond farewell to both the birds and the ladies we departed, very satisfied.
Glad you seized the moment!ReplyDelete
Hi Peter, thanks! Still smiling from our great day with the spoonies and 27 other waders, a day we will not soon forget my friends, thanks a million!ReplyDelete