Hardly news this, as it happened at the tail-end of last month. In the centre of the village, close to home: a flock of about 30 waxwings repeatedly swooping down from perches in tall trees to feast on berries from some cotoneaster bushes.
I first saw them on a Saturday (several times) and went back on the Sunday morning, when the weather was slightly brighter, to take photos.
Allegedly, waxwings visit Britain every winter, but this is the first time I’ve ever seen these stunning birds. They’re all hustle and bustle, full of colour and character and very entertaining to watch.