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<blockquote style="position: relative; padding-left: 55px;"><section><a href="https://mstdn.games/users/handmade_ghost/statuses/111131635836827709">handmade ghost (handmade_ghost@mstdn.games)'s status on Tuesday, 26-Sep-2023 22:23:01 JST</a><a href="https://mstdn.games/@handmade_ghost" title="handmade_ghost@mstdn.games"><img src="https://gnusocial.jp/avatar/101782-48-20230226083908.webp" width="48" height="48" alt="handmade ghost" style="position: absolute; left: 0; top: 0;">handmade ghost</a></section><article><p>This is one of the local Halloween trees I often pass on my hikes. Usually it is a lookout for turkey vultures, but a few mornings ago it played host to these twenty cedar waxwings.</p></article><footer><a rel="bookmark" href="https://gnusocial.jp/conversation/2104977#notice-4133868">In conversation</a><time datetime="2023-09-26T22:23:01+09:00" title="Tuesday, 26-Sep-2023 22:23:01 JST">Tuesday, 26-Sep-2023 22:23:01 JST</time> <span>from <span><a href="https://mstdn.games/@handmade_ghost/111131635836827709" rel="external" title="Sent from mstdn.games via ActivityPub">mstdn.games</a></span></span><a href="https://mstdn.games/@handmade_ghost/111131635836827709">permalink</a><h4>Attachments</h4><ol><li><label><a rel="external" href="https://gnusocial.jp/attachment/1571335">Photo of the top of a dying pine tree with dozens of crooked, dry branches riddled with sere, brown needles. Against the blue sky, backlit by the morning sun, the branches and pine needles have taken on an almost stylized ruddy glow. Sitting all over the tree top in the various books and perches, variously preening, chatting, and resting, are at least twenty cedar waxwings. Framed a bit distantly, they look perhaps like miniature gold bananas, but if you zoom in, their signature tiny crests, black "bandit" masks, and yellow-tipped tails can be found as they snurfle in their tail feathers, stretch their bellies, and contort their heads and wings to preen.</a></label><br><a href="https://cdn.masto.host/mstdngames/media_attachments/files/111/131/632/120/794/665/original/d7dad28de78e3faf.jpg" rel="external">https://cdn.masto.host/mstdngames/media_attachments/files/111/131/632/120/794/665/original/d7dad28de78e3faf.jpg</a></li></ol></footer></blockquote>

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This is one of the local Halloween trees I often pass on my hikes. Usually it is a lookout for turkey vultures, but a few mornings ago it played host to these twenty cedar waxwings.
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1. Photo of the top of a dying pine tree with dozens of crooked, dry branches riddled with sere, brown needles. Against the blue sky, backlit by the morning sun, the branches and pine needles have taken on an almost stylized ruddy glow. Sitting all over the tree top in the various books and perches, variously preening, chatting, and resting, are at least twenty cedar waxwings. Framed a bit distantly, they look perhaps like miniature gold bananas, but if you zoom in, their signature tiny crests, black "bandit" masks, and yellow-tipped tails can be found as they snurfle in their tail feathers, stretch their bellies, and contort their heads and wings to preen.
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