The Pane of Glass
The dirty birds are back. Cedar waxwings, so we’ve been told, perch on branches making a soothing kind of purring sound. Their colourings of desert tan, black face markings, a tuft on their heads and a bright yellow strip on their tails when in flight are quite eye-catching.
They eat the red berries on a neighbour’s ornamental tree and are fun to watch because they hang upside down like bats, all the easier to reach all the berries. But after eating their fill they move to our elm to, um, deposit – heck, I’ll call it what it is – they poop all over our deck. Thus earning the name Dirty Birds.
This year they are especially dirty since their numbers are greater than ever before. When they all fly off . . . contd.
