My chances of having a Waxwing in my garden are reduced to zero. During the cold snap, Blackbirds ate every single succulent red berry on my Guelder Rose. I doubt if it took them more than twenty minutes.
Oh well, onward and upward. As the snow melts and the rain pelts down and the spring tides push the River Ouse upstream, I am confident I will have a flock of Eider and Common Scoter on my pond before the week is out.
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