Bear's beloved Mountain Ash tree was stripped bare today by a marauding band of ravenous Bohemian Waxwings.
The foraging flock, numbering perhaps a hundred birds,
attacked the tree about 3:30 p.m. local time,
wave, upon wave, upon wave.
(Here is a close-up of one.)
(Here is a close-up of one.)
By 3:45, only a few scavengers could be seen,
cleaning up the few remaining berries on the ground.
The activity of the Bohemian Hoard had been reported
in the local newspaper earlier.
The onslaught was not unexpected.
J, our Bear's beloved spouse, quickly grabbed her camera, clicking photo after photo, mute witness to the onslaught.
And where was Bear during the melee?
Hibernating in his Den.
Proving once again that, "you snooze; you lose."
But he'll be delighted by the pictures when he wakes up.
Very delighted.
After all, it was for events like today's that he planted
the Mountain Ash in the first place.
His simple goal — to attract Waxwings.
Report by Sadie B.; photography by J.B.
