Waxwing numbers are highly unpredictable, here in numbers one day, then gone for days or months. Their voice is a high thin lisp or zeee quite unlike the call you would expect from such a lovely bird.
We saw Waxwings both above and below the Bluffs this morning.
This is fascinating! Turns out we’ve all had it wrong about woodpeckers “absorbing” shocks:
All the sun long it was running, it was lovely, the hay
Fields high as the house, the tunes from the chimneys, it was air
And playing, lovely and watery
And fire green as grass. – Dylan Thomas (1914–53)