Survival of the fittest

Time for spring - please! This morning, I went for a walk in Fish Creek Park with a few friends. When we met, I decided I was going to drive to the next part of the park, and not walk there. The path was absolutely treacherous - it looked fairly clear but was covered in a sheet of dangerous black ice. The same everywhere, including when I walked from my front door to my car - too icy to walk on the path, so had to plough through the snow to the side of the path. The roads were grim, too. It was a relief to be back home. Very overcast, as well. I had a neat experience at the far west end of the park, though. I was watching some little Black-capped Chickadees, when an enormous flock of Bohemian Waxwings arrived . They moved from one area of trees to the next, twittering the whole time. Then suddenly I found myself standing in the middle of the flock as they flew just over my head and within a couple of feet either side of me. Hundreds (thousands?) of them. Never had that happen before! Usually, they are high in the sky when I see them flying, not down low like this.