Flash Fiction by David

From inside the house I heard it, a high-pitched whistle, “Tssee.” It was soft, almost electrical, and coming from the western redcedar out front. I looked out the window and saw the tall tree filled with birds. But what kind? Walking out slowly under the needle-covered canopy, I looked up. It was dozens of Cedar Waxwings eating the tree’s bluish seed cones–the ones no other birds can stomach. Suddenly, they all flew away at the exact same time. I waited for them to come back, but they never did. It was just a moment in time, but it was real.

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