I love the birds. I had a couple of wax leaf legustrums in my yard years ago, and every year the cedar waxwings migrated through when the berries were ripe. When they get in an eating frenzy, they fill up on berries and fly to another tree to defecate. I learned after the first year to park my car in front of the neighbor’s house. (The garage was otherwise occupied.} Those rascals could leave a car with purple measles in two shakes of a lamb’s tail.
