Mallards always remind me of Suzie, who loved them.
A single rowan tree, its berries at just the right level of ripeness or fermentation, was alive with cedar waxwings. The guides trained their scope on it, and I went back home to recharge my batteries and get more pictures in the late afternoon. Unfortunately, only the close-ups really came out well; the photos that were intended to give a sense of scale and presence are singularly unimpressive (it's hard to distinguish between dead leaves and live waxwings, as you can easily in person).
|Who is that masked bird? Only the Waxwing knows!|
|The seeming yellow drips of wax on the tip of the tail were amazingly vivid through the scope.|
|The berries are always sweeter on the other end of the branch.|
|Trying another angle!|