next message in archive
next message in thread
previous message in archive
previous message in thread
Index of Subjects
Index of Subjects <div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;">They must have been on the move all over. Around lunch time I was outside and heard the familiar course of a flock of waxwings. They were high in the branches of the dead pines behind my house, and were eyeballing the rose hips and other delicacies- whatever they were.<br _moz_dirty="" /><br _moz_dirty="" />I'd say that conservatively there were well over 25.<br _moz_dirty="" /><br _moz_dirty="" />Angela in Windsor<br /><br /><span>On 12/27/10, <b class="name">Peter Payzant </b> <pce@accesswave.ca> wrote:</span><blockquote cite="mid:4D18E377.2030505@accesswave.ca" class="iwcQuote" style="border-left: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 255); padding-left: 13px; margin-left: 0pt;" type="cite"><div class="mimepart text html"> <span><p> <table><tbody><tr><td bgcolor="#ffffff" text="#000000"><p> <font size="-1"><font face="Arial">We had a flock of about ten waxwings pass by today in Waverley. The light was behind them and I didn't have binoculars with me; your guess is as good as (probably better than) mine!<br /> <br /> Peter Payzant<br /> <br /> <br /> </font></font> </p></td></tr></tbody></table> </p></span> </div></blockquote></div><br />-- <br />When one tugs at a single thing in nature, he finds it attached to the rest of the world. <br />John Muir<br /><br />
next message in archive
next message in thread
previous message in archive
previous message in thread
Index of Subjects