I look out the window of the small spare room to see if it's raining or hailing. But it isn't. The thing I haven't noticed while being ensconced in my book is the utter racket of the Cedar Waxwings in the backyard. There are literally hundreds of them swarming around the mountain ash tree in our backyard - and moving on to the neighbour's (and they are not tidy eaters, let me tell you, the snow under the tree is now littered with the leftover leaves that never fell off last fall). And the popping sound is the few that are landing on the roof above the spare room - for a rest, but also to eat the snow - they are having a drink - as they also do on the neighbours garage roof.
It's magical. It's a surprise from nature. A gift to whoever chooses to notice it. And they are lovely birds. My "National Geographic Field Guide to North American Birds" states that Cedar Waxwings are "Highly gregarious in migration and winter."
Yes ... yes they are! (they do NOT pose well for pictures)
The photos really don't do the whole experience much justice - there was SO much activity and chatter.