Cedar waxwings are more often heard than seen, at least when it comes to seeing them close enough to photograph. I often hear them in the tops of tall eucalyptus and pine trees, where they communicate with each other in almost constant high-pitched tweets. Whenever I hear them I look for a nearby berry bush. If there isn't one around, I know the birds are going to stay high in their resting tree.
This morning I heard the telltale tweeting as I walked through Forest Hill on my way to West Portal. They were coming down to snag red berries which gave me a chance to photograph them. Afterward I watched them doing the berry-passing game with each other, too high up to capture in a picture.
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| A recent evening sky view out the back window. |
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| The low-hanging fruit was apparently too low for comfort, but the berries higher in the tree were getting sparse, making for gymnastics in trying to find them. |
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| No Berries Here |
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| Ally-oop! |
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| Lots of spiky wild cucumber fruits these days. |
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