14 August 2023 (blackberries)

blackberries . . .

a few more waxwings

than yesterday

17 March 2021 (waxwings)

a flock of waxwings

passing through

almost spring

4 September 2020 (waxwings)

visitation

the chorus of waxwings

hidden in canopy

8 August 2020 (blackberries)

first blackberries

the soft sweet songs

of waxwings

14 May 2020 (waxwings)

visitation

a host of waxwings descends

upon our maple

14 September 2019 (waxwings)

restless wind

trying to count the waxwings

in the mountain ash

25 July 2019 (waxwings)

outdoor courts

the back-and-forth

of cedar waxwings

14 April 2019 (waxwings)

It’s that seasonal transition, when winter persists in small ways even as we welcome growing warmth, singing robins, spring peepers, and crocuses. Today we opened a window to hear the first-of-year White-throated Sparrow singing in the backyard, and later, in a crabapple in a downtown park, enjoyed a lingering flock of Bohemian Waxwings, a winter-only visitor that actually nests far north of here. 

windows open

for the first time this spring

winter waxwings

6 February 2019 (waxwings)

flock of waxwings

gathered in morning light

and I gaping 

June 30: Wild strawberries

Sorry waxwings--

I've eaten all

the ripe strawberries here.

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June 24: In the garden

Waxwing family--

we aren't the only ones

eyeing the ripe strawberries.

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