Time for a visit from a flock of Cedar Waxwings. They come to eat the fruits from the nearby Bradford Pear tree.
They are never seen the rest of the year, so I get the feeling it is some sort of Progressive Dinner, and my place is on the food-hopping menu.
Avoiding the cedars, of which there are many here, they probably do not have wax wings, either. They would surely melt if they flew too high.
