As I work on new bedposts to renovate the girls' bunk beds, I hear the light squeaking of cedar waxwings. Immediately I wonder how my little flock is enjoying the view at the Henderson's house. This sculpture was installed shortly before Christmas, just outside their front door. I'm pleased to know J & J enjoy it each time they enter their house. I just realized that the waxwings really influenced my most recent piece, "Forgotten Fruit," currently in the gallery.