Mr. Blue Jay As I sit down and the drape is opened wide I look out and guess what I see? Just as I look upon the hill and there topping a telephone pole is a hawk, just sitting and looking for some breakfast this morn. And then now over twenty feet from me a big old Blue Jay lands in a tree. He no more lands then he really starts to squawk Then he jumps down to the ground and picks up a bird bush seed. Then back up to his former perch he flies, then squawks some more with a big seed in his mouth. Then off he flies. But in a few secs he is back again squawking and trying to be boss of what he considers his realm. I sit and laugh and forget all for watching Mr. Blue Jay has put a good start on what was a miserable day. Well, guess to work I should go and leave Mr. Blue Jay to rule his realm. Now what the wife and I call bird bushes are bushes with lots of red berries. The birds eat the berries and the bushes propagate. Someday I will find the proper name, but for now, who really cares. Oh, now there are some wrens on the ground pecking about and Mr. Blue Jay he sits on the fence and does not wish the wrens a nice day. He ha As my momma used to say, Bossy is as bossy does! (March 26, 00)
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