Still as statues, a pair of waxwings (Cedar, I think, but I didn't have the angle to be certain) perched at the top of one of our dead elms in the pasture. It was near sunset.
It was too hot to fly, I believe, and they seemed in no hurry to move. Neither did I until the bugs drove me away.
Thursday, June 25, 2009
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