I stumbled across a flock of Waxwings, the Bohemian variety, while taking a walk. They usually form large flocks and today was no exception. There were about 40 of them near our house. I believe they visited us yesterday as well but the sun was on the opposite side of them, making it impossible to see exactly what they were.
The guy in this photo with the inquisitive look was at Petroglyph beach with his mate (I assume). They remained on this tree for quite some time and the following pictures are all of the same bird.
He isn't singing, he's just trying to choke down another awful dried-up berry. "Just when is spring coming?", he seems to ask. Good question, last night we had wind chills between -20 and -25 degrees F.
He was reluctant to expose the glamorous colors on his wings to the camera without at least trying to partially hide behind some obstacle.