I took my usual spot under the big Camphor tree and soon the Robins were dropping down to make sure I was no threat before they resumed their feast.
Other birds were inspecting the tree like this Northern (Yellow-shafted) Flicker. This cemetery is my reliable place for this species.
A Yellow-rumped (Myrtle) Warbler posed for a few seconds in the middle of her search for insects. Yellow-rumps and Cedar Waxwing numbers were way down this season. Particularly the Waxwings that often trail the Robin flocks.
This male American Robin barely gave me a second glance as he swooped down directly beneath my perch. I could hardly get him in focus!
He soon wandered a few more feet out in the open and started gulping fruit.
I am not sure if I will get another chance to find a feeding flock again this Winter. It is almost time for them to go home. Just have to enjoy it while I can.
Next year, bring your Waxwing friends along with you, please. Though I love you guys just as much.
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