Bohemian Waxwings

When they needed a break they would fly up to a spruce tree close by. They did not mind me as they flew by me time after time, being close enough to hear the sound of their wings. Hour had passed and they were still at it, I was getting some good shots and had no plans to leave until  I was out of memory cards. The wind and the snow picked up, I kept my back to it, protecting my gear when not taking pictures. Another half hour passed and now I was under the tree they were eating from, it was getting cold but the images I was getting kept me warm. They were now all around me, few times getting hit on the head and shoulders with what
remained of the fruits after it went through them. After spending all together about three hours, I left them still going strong with my memory cards full, time well spent.

Until next moment,