Tuesday October 15th 2013 Tim
I am wholly confused by the attitude of Blue
Jays. I suspect that the King of Blue Jays has fallen pray to an
ennui that has interrupted his decision making process. He's probably
old like me, and can hardly remember what happened last fall. But old or
not, like me, he knows that last Fall, Blue Jays travelled either
Westward or Eastward, and maybe sometimes a little Northward, or perhaps
a little Southward.
He can also remember that
whatever direction movement might have taken, it was an orderly movement. A
streaming of Blue Jay across the sky. A vapor trail of Blue Jay, if
you prefer. And too he can probably remember that during the course of
streaming across the sky the Blue Jays called to each other in a somewhat
wistful manner, while their more sedentary nut gathering comrades hopped
around the cut grass. Not so this year. There is a great deal of
hanging around in trees, and to my ear, the call is disgruntled.