Beautiful weekend, nasty cold. Bad combination, but at least on Sunday a big flock of Cedar Waxwings stopped off in the trees around the back yard most of the day. I estimate at least 30, maybe much more, given the noise and the amount of constant movement. Migration’s pretty much over, I’m guessing. Used to be we’d know the end was in sight by the half-dozen Blackpolls that would go through in ones and twos over a half-week, but no Blackpolls for several years now. Hardly any warblers at all, in fact; Parulas seemed to be common, but relatively few Yellow Warblers, and almost none of any others, even Yellow-rumped. Depressing.