Yesterday morning, Woodrow was perched in his cat-bird seat enjoying the show when he alerted me of something out of the ordinary. I stood up and looked out the window in time to see a bird I've waited for many years. A Cedar Waxwing was in the rhododendron. He stayed long enough for me to call Brad to see him. I'm waiting this morning with my camera nearby but so far he's a no show. They're like that I read. I guess that's how I got to be this old before I saw one. He was a beauty.
One more note about birds: last Sunday morning, I heard a Bob White - a quail. When I was a kid we often heard them and also an occasional Whip-or-will. Now, hearing a quail in our neighborhood is rare. The last time I heard a Whip-or-will was in Bedford County, decades ago. I'm hearing the quail again this morning. Stay safe, Bob White.
Shortly after we moved here, one Sunday morning we observed Mr. and Mrs. Quail and their young hatchlings strolling through our yard. What a delight it was to see them.