Crossing the supermarket car park an unfamiliar silver trilling teased my ear. I clocked the borders. And caught my breath... The winter alders blazed with exotic baubles - waxwings? I raced home, grabbed my bins, praying they would hang around. They did. I watched them 15 blissful minutes scoffing rose hips and sprucing up, eavesdropping on their musical chatter. It was also a great chance to talk birds with curious shoppers!