The last time I was in the Wasatch Mountains, I heard the calls of waxwings. I didn’t get many photos, but I thought I would share this Cedar Waxwing from one year ago today.

Adult Cedar Waxwing perched among hawthorn berries, Wasatch Mountains, Summit County, UtahAdult Cedar Waxwing perched among hawthorn berries – Nikon D500, f9, 1/1250, ISO 500, -0.7 EV, Nikkor 500mm VR with 1.4x TC, natural light

I drove up into the high country of the Wasatch Mountains that day, and found deer, chipmunks, butterflies, and waxwings in my viewfinder along with some late summer wildflowers.

This Cedar Waxwing was taking a break from eating the hawthorn berries and looking at the other waxwings that were flying by when I took its photo.

I am enamored by these silky waxwings. Their feathers look as soft as the melodic calls they make. Some people, especially men, can’t hear the calls of these waxwings. I do, I usually hear them before I see them. The calls of these waxwings tell me exactly where to find them.

When I see Cedar Waxwings, I think of my maternal grandmother and the time we were mesmerized by a large flock of them in my backyard in Georgia. They remind me of the times I taught my sons about waxwings when they were growing up. Additionally, it brings to mind the first time I was able to capture a photo of this species that made my heart skip a beat. Maybe two or three beats.

Even though I only took a few images of the Cedar Waxwings on my most recent trip into the mountains, I was thoroughly delighted by their calls and by seeing them on the wing. Some were perched way up at the top of old cottonwoods near the creek, and a few were hawking insects from the air.

I could watch Cedar Waxwings for a very long time. Sometimes, I even forget to take photos of them because I become so immersed in their beauty.

Life is good.

Mia

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