It's too late. It's all over. No chance now of seeing them chomping on my Guelder Rose berries.
And that is because the berries have "gone over", they are withering, they are shrivelling on the twig: it's the viburnum equivalent of la pourriture noble. It is my bet that no self-respecting Waxwing is going to eat them now, even if (which seems unlikely) they could be gathered, fermented and pressed to provide a fortified noble-rot Trockenbeerauslese.
But I am not downhearted, oh no. Between now and next summer, I am going to cut down all the other berry-bearing shrubs in this part of the county. Then the waxies will have no bloody choice.