Batman and I enjoyed a short weekend at our "bit of earth" in Vermont this past weekend. We were completely fogged in from beginning to end. When we arrived on Saturday morning, a flock of cedar waxwings were singing in one of the crab apple trees.
According to this vintage Bird Guide, published in 1910, which belonged to my grandmother, cedar waxwings have an insignificant lisping hiss. I beg to differ. These sweet birds were having a very animated conversation, they were actually twittering (in the old fashioned way).