When a plan doesn't work

February this year we had a fantastic influx of some beautiful birds called Waxwings - the first thing they did was settled on some local Mountain Ash and stripped them bare of all the berries. I thought it would be brilliant if I could tempt some into my garden next year, so dashed out and bought some young trees, which have duly produced the goods.
However, the Waxwings will never see them....