The arboretum yesterday was full of waxwings up to adorable antics in the hawthorn trees. They guzzled as much of the fairy-food berries as they could handle, and it must have been the entrancing effects of the hawthorn tree that made them almost oblivious to our presence. They lit in the branches as we walked by, sometimes only a foot or two away. I always forget how small they are. They are such brilliant, lovely little friends.