Cedar Waxwing, Charlie's

The January Thaw is definitely upon us and most of the snow from last weekend's mini-blizzard is disappearing rapidly. That means I can now trek without the need for snowshoes, and en route, I noticed a large flock, perhaps two dozen or more, of very noisy birds busy scarfing down rose hips and other frost-softened berries. They were backlit, so it wasn't easy to determine their identity, but they obliged me by not flying away when I worked my way into position for a better look. Indeed, one of the birds was more than obliging and let me get quite close. The closest Cedar Waxwing was, however, none too pleased about the intrusion and gave me a look that said, "Hey, can't you see that I'm eating? Please don't interrupt." After capturing a few good shots, I did as I was seemingly told.