Whirlwind of waxwings

They're in a flock, a wild fluttering cloud. They don't seem ever to be still in the aggregate. But they are, briefly, as they gobble down the berries from the waxleaf ligustrum. A few birds observe calmly from a nearby wire or limb as the cloud sweeps back and forth. Whoever they are--older? wiser? weaker?--they are the ones who swoop down at last to consume those berries that dropped to the ground from amidst the frenzy up above. Cedar waxwings have been seen and heard in the skies for the past couple of weeks, but this is the first time I've seen any up close this season. They are handsome on an overcast day and they are just as handsome on a sunny day like this one.