flock of cedar waxwings stopped to watch the sunset, kindly with a backdrop of the waxing moon behind them. hmmm.
some of the winter migrants have settled in, good to hear these birds’ high-pitched calling again.
I spent a good 20 minutes following this female from hunting perch to perch in the calm twilight this evening, under the waxing new moon. Autumn magic!! She eventually united with her mate who had been calling the whole time about a 1/4 mile away with his deeper hoots.