I was just thinking that there was not a lot to photograph at the FWG when I rounded the corner of the centre for a last look before leaving, and saw this guy sitting in the sumac tree, having a vigorous preening. He was largely unaware of me until I got to within about 10 feet and then he glided away into the Ravine. Not surprisingly, the BYG was silent and no action at the feeders! Not long after the hawk left, a few tentative chirps from chickadees sounded from the blue spruce. Then more calls and after about another minute the chickadees emerged. I didn't see any other birds at the feeder, however. Over in the Old Field, the thickets held 9 mourning doves all huddled together in a crabapple, and house finches were singing away, probably relieved at the relative warmth. I found some pigeon feathers around the old field and a few remants of what was clearly a meal for something.

Down in the Arboretum, the bohemian waxwings were back in force, perhaps 250-300, probably the same huge flock that was regularly noticed before Christmas. I hadn't seen them for a long time, and it was a pleasure to watch them stripping the crabapples of fruit. They were less wary of people, and didn't mind me standing nearby. However, they moved constantly and I got few good shots of them. Not that that matters, as it was just a pleasure to watch them. I was not alone. Many people stopped to look and marvel at the spectacle.