Walking home, I was full of anticipation. Would my smartphone images capture the thrill of the morning? I might not have another chance of waxwing. So I grabbed my best camera and hurried back down to town. A few waxwing were still around, fewer, and although it was not yet 2.00pm the light was fading.
Next morning I was out early but there was a change in the weather. Fog was forecast, the day was misty and dull, the crop of rowan berries diminishing on their prefered rowan (they ignored fruit on the smaller tree) but the flock was up there in the tall tree where dog walkers strolled oblivious beneath.
On Tuesday, the foggy day, waxwing came to feed within feet of where I stood. Hanging upside down and with such poor light they didn't photograph well. I explored Back Lane- their direction of flight in rooftops volleys- and when I returned the flock was gone. A local man told me they'd been around for three days.
Wednesday morning saw rain and heavy mist.
A few days later I secured more colourful images of waxwing, closer to home. See Waxwing Diaries and Waxwing acrobats.