So, you’re gushing over the watercress of springtime …
… and who should come but some old friends you knew on the plateau years back …
The Bohemian Waxwings Are Here!
As usual, they take turns feeding.
Doing it in a group is best.
Some keep watch on photographers.
Or do weird stuff.
Or just hang out.
Look at them go …
… to the plateau. And I go back to the watercress.