I stopped at the Sibley Library on the way home to pick up my copy of Thomas Fleming's
Illusion of Victory and parked next to a tree thick with reddish-orange berries. It was filled with at least thirty birds, chirping madly and eating the berries. They were brown with a crest and a black mask, and the tips of the tails were yellow. For some reason, the name "cedar waxwing" sprang into my head.
Just looked it up and I was right: here is
the bird I saw.
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. . . . . noted and logged by Linda at
6:51:00 PM
