bombycilla cedrorum en mass

Once per year, just before Spring bursts forth, the Cedar Waxwings stop by to say hello.
Today was that day.
King and I were having lunch and I noticed that there was some clambering just outside.  Through the open shutters I saw that our birdbath was covered in a throng of the sweet little cheery sprites.
I wish they would stick around, but alas, over the years I have learned that my birdbath must be some sort of landmark, a little rest stop along their migration route.