Through the looking glass

It's a damp grey morning in the north-east of England, so I opted to catch up on the latest blog offerings rather than head out.

A good decision, as 22 waxwing flew over the garden (and continue to do so now, magic!). A grab shot above... hand held, through the rain splattered landing window.

As I write this the camera is set up, ready and waiting on a berry bush in the garden. Fingers crossed...