They're finally here, throngs of waxwings eagerly gobbling up the dense clusters of rowan berries that have gone overripe. I see them overhead, swarming like a cloud that slightly obscures the already dim light of the day.
On my way to work one morning, I was able to capture a horde of them with my compact camera. (Too bad I couldn't zoom closer for a close-up shot of a bird.) After apparently feasting on some trees, they soared to a higher altitude, congregated on the tops of the towering birch trees and perched there for quite some time, perhaps mulling over their previous banquet. A sudden whoosh underneath disrupted their stillness and scared them away.
They flew en masse to find another tree where they could perch in peace.
....A heartwarming sight....
"Observe intently the birds of heaven, because they do not sow seed or reap or gather into storehouses; still your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not worth more than they are?"
- Matthew 6:26