We counted more than 80 waxwings roosting in a leafless oak tree, silhouetted against the dull winter sky. Whilst we watched, they all took off together, circling round and round over our heads and dropping lower and lower, towards a rowan tree still laden with sickly-peach coloured berries. We watched from the car, then, magic! The whole flock descended as one and landed on the little rowan tree, covering it with jewels and making it look like a decorated Christmas tree. It was very brief; they set off again almost immediately. But what an experience! Aren't birds brilliant?