The weather has been kind of cruddy around here lately with high winds, snow in the higher elevations, drizzle in the valley and clouds which have all kept me out of the field since last Friday. I get antsy when I can’t be out in the field photographing birds. The weather is taking a turn for the better though and I hope to be back in the field as early as tomorrow or maybe even later this afternoon.
I was looking through my archives from last year and came across some images I had taken last June in Morgan County, Utah that I hadn’t processed yet and I came across these Cedar Waxwing photos. I heard these Cedar Waxwings before I saw them which is usual for me and then when I did see them I was delighted that they were out in the open because usually I see them buried under the canopy of trees. I suspect that these waxwings were nesting in the area because I saw a few of them through my lens at what appeared to be nests deep in the shade of the oaks.
I often think about my maternal grandmother when I see and hear Cedar Waxwings because when she visited me and my family in Georgia many years ago she and I shared a wonderful moment with these birds. I had a privet outside of my back door which produced tiny little berries that the waxwings would come to a huge flocks during the month of December.
My grandmother had come to stay for Christmas and we were sitting at my dining room table when I heard the waxwings fly in. We opened the backdoor slowly and from inside we were able to watch, shoulder to shoulder, as the flock of Cedar Waxwings ate the berries off of that privet until they had picked it clean.
My grandmother and I were both so happy to have seen them and to have shared the moment with each other. My grandmother painted birds and loved them all, I can’t help but feel that she would be delighted that I photograph them now.
Life is good.