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Blue Jay’s Reach

This blue jay (Cyanocitta cristata) showed up one morning a few years ago. I’d placed a handful of peanuts in the swing feeder, and that’s what it’s reaching for. Take a look at the head and neck—looks like it’s recovering from a bald patch during molt. I wonder if it’s the same jay I photographed a few days before.

If you're enchanted by images of blue jays and other captivating corvids, dive into my photo gallery for a visual treat! Take a peek:

swede1952-photographs.pixels.c

Drinking or Dreaming

I caught this image of a blue jay (Cyanocitta cristata) at the edge of the birdbath. I think the jay has just taken a drink and is letting the water slide down its throat—or maybe it’s looking at something above. My favorite interpretation is that the bird is daydreaming of a bird paradise, and the out-of-focus cardinal in the upper left corner is part of the dream.

If you're enchanted by images of blue jays and other captivating corvids, dive into my photo gallery for a visual treat! Take a peek:

swede1952-photographs.pixels.c

Heaven Help Me

I found this little dispute between two blue jays (Cyanocitta cristata) at the bird feeder both amusing and oddly theatrical. The jay inside the feeder seems to be mid-complaint, wings flared wide as if shielding its treasure from the intruder. Meanwhile, the bird perched on the arm of the swing gazes upward with a weary tilt, as if silently pleading, “Lord, help me.”

If you're enchanted by images of blue jays and other captivating corvids, dive into my photo gallery for a visual treat! Take a peek:

swede1952-photographs.pixels.c

@stevendbrewer #FanFiction Num. 2

#Wss366 #MastoPrompt

A massive sigh coming from her neighbor’s camp stopped Brunhilde. When she poked her head in, she found her lady friend staring at peanuts scattered on the ground.

“Did you spill them, ma’am?” she asked.

“No, they’re for the #crows. It’s kind of like #chum. #Corvids flock to it. They’re my chums.” The woman laughed weakly at her joke.

“I haven’t seen any crows.”

“No, they’re afraid of that darn owl.”

“Be afraid. Be very afraid,” Forrest announced from a nearby tree. “Pick up all those peanuts, or I’ll turn you into chum, chum.” Forrest hooted insanely at the joke.