29th January '09 Salisbury Street

Cold, sunny in the afternoon.

Salisbury Street.

They were still there. I needed to find where they were feeding. I went around the back of the apartment block to make enquiries. Two men were going from the back to the front entrances. I asked if they resided there. They asked me if I did. They were court bailiffs. I left them to it and asked another resident further down. She hadn't seen any birds, feeding or otherwise. I went round the back of a small row of houses and asked another young lady. She hadn't seen anything either and didn't know what a waxwing was. She's studying zoology at the university. Makes sense. I deceded to get to the back of the maisonettes. At last. There in the middle was their
food supply. Two Rowan trees. One already stripped bare of its fruit. The other clinging on to the last half of its.:-

Waxwing