Cedar Waxwing

© 2010 farmhousestories

Out of the corner of my eye I saw what looked like a giant Hummingbird hovering under our porch on the weekend, but it was this Cedar Waxwing. It was grabbing a piece of white fluff that was hanging down from an empty Barn swallow nest. The Cedar Waxwings continue to perch on a dead branch of a Manitoba Maple almost every evening at dusk, often joined by a pair of Eastern Kingbirds.

“Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune–without the words,
And never stops at all…”
-Emily Dickinson

2 Responses to “Cedar Waxwing”
  1. What a pretty bird! And of course Emily’s poem goes so well with it. 🙂

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