After hearing about waxwings in Kirk hallam I didnt waste any time in looking for them. They were perched at the top of a Birch tree, bodies held horizontal in the strong, gusty wind. They seemed to be waiting to fly to a nearby Rowan which was being guarded by the local Mistle Thrush. A dark cloud came sweeping in behind the sunlit birds (producing a rainbow briefly) the prelude to rain. Suddenly the Waxwings took off and a female Sparrowhawk swooped in, missing its chance it sat there for a few moments looking about. The Waxwings didnt return.