Good day to you readers!
A couple months ago, during the days when we go on our morning and evening walks, I would continuously come across many little feathers, which dropped from our wild feathered friends. By the way almost all North American birds molt in the Fall, so if any of you happen to collect dainty little feathers like I do, look for them in the Fall along sidewalks (near some woods!), and on your lawns.
Alongside most of feathers that I have found this year, the Cedar Waxwing’s are by far the most prevalent! If some of you have no conception of the graceful form of the winged creature known as the “Cedar Waxwing”, let me spark your curiosity by saying that this little crested bird does indeed have minute (tiny) red wax-like teardrops on their forewings! See…
|Aren’t they stunning?!|
For years and years I have always wondered what the waxen tips look like, and for the first time in my 17 years, the Lord has granted me this privilege. For, just as I said up above, on almost every walk I had been able to spot one of the lovely flight feathers, most of them yellow tipped, and a few red wax tipped! But the oddest thing about it was that I could never find any live Waxwings flitting about in the canopy of the woods from whence the feathers dropped! We would walk the same schedule of an hour in the morning, and and an hour in the evening, every day except the weekends.
Well one weekend, during a much earlier hour in the late afternoon, I was walking with me, myself, and I, along with Angel our little dog. I was nearing the end of our neighborhood road (the place where I have always found the Waxwing feathers), when I suddenly realized a certain sound I had been hearing for some minutes. I listened – and sure enough, it was the light, whispering, whistle symphony of the Cedar Waxwings! I had found them at last! flocks and flocks of them where gathering themselves among the high twigs and branches of the colorful fall canopy right above my astonished eyes!! I was so happy and lighthearted after this discovery that I walked home with a spring in my step, and a prayer of thanksgiving on my lips. I solved the mystery and not just from that occurrence, but also on the walk I took the very next day – I went out around the same time as the day before, purposefully, just to see if the waxwings were on a particular late afternoon schedule to visit our neighborhood trees and … there they were again!! Oh what fun!
We are now nearing Christmas, and I haven’t seen the Waxwings for a month now, and I therefore suspect that they have moved on (migrated) to different regions of the country (though I have not bothered to see if this is true!).
So for now I can bid the Waxwings adieu, and leave you all (hopefully!) with pleasant thoughts in your minds. 🙂
Tah tah for now!
Jessica Boyer (the eldest singer and sister)