Still feeling bad about the “double drive-by” episode last week when I afforded Crossens’ Waxwing duo only the briefest of gear changes and glimpses as I motored past, I went back today to pay my respects properly.
They were feeding in the same spot on Water Lane, generally low down in the shadows and oblivious to thundering traffic and pedestrians just a metre or so away from them.
Lovely things, their trilling calls were occasionally audible above the engine roar, and once or twice they flitted up to the top of the bushes, when the afternoon breeze played havoc with their “wig in a windtunnel” Trumpy hairdos.
I was surprised they could fly that high as they looked to have each consumed three times their bodyweight in sugary Hawthorn berries.
Tried a bit of video in the afternoon sun, which you can see on YouTube here – one minute there, the next hidden by a vehicle whizzing by.
And yes, the motorhead soundtrack was that loud.
