I did an especially early and brief visit to the park, but saw Don Lewis and the MDAS social media chair, Rosalie. Some of the birds I found included Yellow and many Yellow-rumped Warblers. The latter were in great numbers today. Don had a Black-throated Gray Warbler on the island. A Black-crowned Night-Heron was on the edge of the pond at the private Seven Hills School, a Red-shouldered Hawk was on a light standard at the extreme north of the ball fields.
Judith Dunham wrote wondering about a poem for Cedar Waxwings. The following is from A Year With the Birds by Alice E. Ball, 1916.
The Cedar Waxwing
A beautiful gray-brown bird is he,
With a crest on his velvet head,
Which stands erect when he is surprised,
And is flattened tight in dread;
When contented and happy loose it lies--
As when he is bountifully fed.
His wings and tail are of softest gray
That blend to a darker shade;
On his wings are scarlet wax-like tips
That seem by magic made;
On his breast and the band across his tail
The "Golden Touch" was laid.
He and his roving flock alight
Where berries and seeds they spy;
Well-fed, they perch on a bough of a tree
In a row, remote and shy;
They preen their coats, and whisper and lisp,
And then away they fly.
Hugh B. Harvey