Market Rush as the Fruit is Ripe

The next cold front, ice storm, snow storm, sleet storm is on its way. I hear the catbird in the ravine hissing about it. How does she know? I see the flickers gleaning my lawn of worms and bugs to last for the next few days. I also noticed that my holly trees were doing a dance. Beneath their boughs are carpets of berries. I went outside and could hear them falling like buckshot.

 Next I also heard the twirping and tweeting of birds that were in that self same tree. Part of the tree was covered in Robins and breezy winds from the incoming storm made the photo blurry.

 The rest of the tree was covered in cedar waxwings. They seemed to tolerate the robins. The waxwings were busy and squirmy and it was difficult to get a photo of their energy efforts. Maybe next time I will put on a jacket to avoid the cool air to keep me from shaking the camera and actually use a tripod! I could hear the tapping of each berry as it fell to the ground reminding me of those market shopping contests where food falls out of the cart as contestants rush down the aisle.

Incoming and outgoing and some actually stop and grab a bite.