I threw a cupful of shelled sunflower seeds in the tray feeder and birds appeared to come from the heavens. There were redpolls everywhere. I could not count the number of them. They were feeding fast and furiously; flying in and flying out.
The feeding happened in intervals throughout the day. In the
afternoon when I went out to replenish the seed, I heard an unfamiliar sound. The top branches of an aspen provided resting spots for a flock of waxwings.
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