Two years ago today I happened to look out the kitchen window and watched as a flock of crested birds swooped into the yard and flitted between our birch tree and the neighbor's maple. They were cedar waxwings looking for berries together before mating season would pair them off.
"A flock of cedar waxwings on the neighbor's maple tree..." sounds a bit like the beginning of a poem.
I haven't seen one of their kind since.
Dedicated to Grandpa Bob, a bird lover himself. Happy Birthday, I love you and miss you!