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April 5, 2013

Waxwings

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I was the shadow of the waxwing slain

By the false azure in the windowpane

I was the smudge of ashen fluff--and I

Lived on, flew on, in the reflected sky,

And from the inside, too, I'd duplicate

Myself, my lamp, an apple on a plate...

-- Nabokov, Pale Fire

Via 12 Beautiful Photos of Waxwing Birds @ TwistedSifter

Posted by gerardvanderleun at April 5, 2013 12:33 PM. This is an entry on the sideblog of American Digest: Check it out.

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Outside my bedroom window there used to be a big cherry tree, 3 stories tall. One spring when it was full of blossoms, a flock of Cedar Waxwings lit in tree and woke me with their unique trilling call. I looked outside my window and wondered at these beautiful, apparently fearless birds, rushing to my Audubon book to look them up. Eventually they all flew off to parts unknown and I've not seen them again. The cherry tree died a few years back, but it was a wonderful way to wake up and just gaze on the beauty God gave us.

Posted by: Christopher Taylor at April 5, 2013 1:45 PM

And there's nothing like seeing a flock of Cedar Waxwings drunk on fermented juniper berries. Subtle, but funny.

Posted by: DHH at April 5, 2013 4:43 PM

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