On the river path, east of the evergreens, a huge flock of cedar waxwings was feeding, low enough and close enough to afford lovely looks. That inspired me to interrupt a power-walk and search for any stray Bohemians. While there appeared to be none of those, a tell-tale piece of hop-scratch-toss action on the ground revealed something equally delightful: several fox sparrows looking for lunch. On the raptor front, things were quiet until the route home: an immature bald eagle was doing a flyover by the geese and ducks on Highland golf course. Then upon arriving home, I heard a crow-ruckus: a young red-tail hawk was perched in the maple one yard away. (Never let an iffy weather forecast discourage you from either exercise or birding.) Linda Whyte
