Each fall a bird feeding frenzy begins, in my back yard, coinciding with the ripening of wild grapes on the numerous vines clinging to the trees. Todays activity was intensified buy the approach of a cold front that made a consumption of calories necessary in the coming days for our feathered friends. Cedar Waxwings joined the American Robins in a tussle for the purple prizes.
It's never wise to walk beneath the trees at these times of mass grape feeding due to the digestive tract of the birds being at maximum throughput.
Waxwings are very good at standing on their heads to reach every possible grape.