Flash Mob

I was blessed with a visit from a flock of Cedar Waxwings.

But, their silhouettes looked different this morning.

The sky was a bright, light gray, quickly moving cloudbank.

The spindly branches they were perched on were waving and dancing.

The little birds had appeared to be hunched over into little orbs.

I was curious and had to get my binoculars for a closer look.

They were engaged in a mass cleaning exercise.

Their abrupt, burst of activity looked choreographed.

(It cannot be easy to preen in a wind tunnel.)

Like a flash mob, they entertained and then disappeared.

I’m thankful for every quick, little glimpse into their world.