Monday, February 11, 2013

Village Waxwing


A day in Flamborough visiting the folks, and a little ray of pink sunshine as a surprise bonus. We were just approaching my mom's place on Beech Avenue when a muted but unmistakable trilling broke the conversation; looking up, there it was, a vision of loveliness shakily balancing on an overhead cable for a few seconds before cracking on into the brisk easterly.


While it was brief and against the light, I was lucky to bump into one with the camera close by, and happily, it was my first of the year (after the first pulse of invasion last autumn, they've been nigh on impossible to find locally). Beautiful.