When the cedar waxwings arrive for their annual feast of the Savannah holly berries, I know spring has arrived. Nature has it’s own rhythm, and I can almost tell time by her if I pay attention. I thought the birds were early this year, but in reading my past journals they are right on time. Why would I even question Mother Nature?? After all, she points the way to God. Why would I doubt that???
It’s grand to watch the flock swoop in and out of the holly branches scarfing up every last berry. They stay a little more than a week stripping the branches just in time for the emerging birth of new blossoms to start the cycle all over again.
[2]cedar waxwing feasting on red berries