On our way to Blyth, shopping, at lunchtime as I turned from the roundabout onto the Ellington bypass I glimpsed a bird in flight several hundred yards ahead and said to Jane that it was a Waxwing. Sure enough, when we got to the spot, 2 Waxwings were perched at the top of a roadside Alder. There's just something 'jizzy' about the flycatching flight of these birds that makes them distinctive at any range.
On the return journey I looked out for them and this time 15+ were sat in the same spot.
You know, we didn't even stop the car. There was a time when I would have twitched Waxwings... still great birds though, they always get the pulse going.