Waxwing arses

Okay, so you didn't ask to see a bunch of waxwing arses this afternoon. Well neither did I.

But when they are up above you in the trees, there's not much you can do about getting a different point of view.

And they're called "vents" by the way. Not arses.

And as well, as it turns out, as points of view go for distinguishing Cedar waxwings from Bohemian waxwings, the ideal view is of the arse. The vent, I mean. Because it shows you the colours of the belly and the undertail feathers.

Cinnamon undertail? = Bohemian. So these are Bohemian arses, not Cedar arses.

We had about forty of them in the maple trees out front for ten minutes this afternoon, all singing their hissy bell-like song. Then a couple of busses came along and made the loud hissy noise busses make when they are braking, and that startled the birds into flight again.