My neighbors have some kind of ornamental berry bush along the walkway in front of their house. While out walking the dog one cold, not-snowy, morning last week a large flock of cedar waxwings ...

Avid birder Bob Pogue starts watching for cedar waxwings around Thanksgiving. For the past 10 years, these unusual masked birds have flocked to feast on the ripening fruit of the persimmon tree near ...

With less than two weeks before Christmas, many of our region’s birds migrated to their warm wintering grounds long ago. But the cedar waxwing is making merry in the Inland Northwest, its palette of ...

A lone Bohemian waxwing, traveling with a flock of cedar waxwings in Knoxville’s Sequoyah Hills Park on Nov. 22, was the first ever documented in Tennessee. It’s pretty amazing that someone would even ...

Sitting on a wire, neatly in a row, passing a berry up and down the line until someone finally eats it. That’s how a playful flock of cedar waxwings may spend some leisure time. Of course if they are ...

Cedar waxwings are sleek, masked birds with unusual red, waxy deposits at the tips of their secondary feathers. They are cinnamon-colored, with grayish wings and tails and yellow terminal tail-bands.

Behold the wondrous cedar waxwing! This mysterious North Jersey year-round resident is occasionally seen, but almost never at feeders — and heard even less. In recent weeks, I have been fortunate to ...

A couple of weeks ago, on a warm, damp morning, I awoke to the sound of robins, at least a hundred of them, scouring the trees out back. They were calling, even singing fragments of their song on this ...

The beautiful cedar waxwing — the 2020 American Birding Association Bird of the Year — brings many benefits to your garden, including insect control. You may already be familiar with the cedar waxwing ...

One of my favorite sounds of fall are the thin, high calls of cedar waxwings. A lot of people want to see them, dramatically adorned with black bandit masks, tails dipped in brilliant yellow and ...

It is at this time of year in southeastern Virginia, when the holly berries are turning a bright, waxy red that I start listening for that high-pitched whistle sound in the treetops. Then I know the ...