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It's only a drizzle in the bucket, just enough to make Princess the Cat cranky (as if she needs any help) but the flock of cedar waxwings doesn't seem to mind. Usually I locate them by sound - first you hear this thin, high whistling, and then you look around - up high is a good idea - until you see a group of small birds. As often as not, they are not in a tree, but flying around, whistling together.
Even on rainy days.
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