Rambling Little Wild Life Story

There was a flock of Bohemian Waxwings in our mountain ash tree this morning. They eat the berries and leave a terrible mess, but it's hard not to enjoy watching them flit from branch to branch chatting in their ultrasonic little voices. Of course, we couldn't hear them in the house, but the reason I thought it was worth reporting is that when they flew off, there were so many of them that we could hear their wings flapping inside. There were a couple of robins in the flock. It would be easy to say that this is a consequence of global warming if it wasn't 4 degrees right now. Still, when I was a boy, it did used to get a lot colder in January. My Wii weather channel predicted 33 degrees below today, but it was apparently playing me, instead of the other way aroud.