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While I was on the back porch this morning holding a handful of chopped pecans out to try to entice the nuthatch to come eat out of my hand (hey, they say it is possible on the info page and that would totally make my day), I heard this familiar high-pitched whirring. Looking up, it was easy to spot the origin. High atop the fruitless mulberry sat the scouting group of the Cedar Waxwings. They do us the honor of coming twice a year to completely devour every berry on these bushes outside the office window. They are truly magnificent looking birds, even though they leave a mess of purple poop of epic proportions and you sorta have to walk with an umbrella for about a week to keep from getting purple pooped on.