This scrub jay would prefer that I not be in our backyard. I can see it on its face–not a happy camper. Of course, the real story is that the jay is waiting for me to leave so it can dunk itself in a bird bath.
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My labels: grandfather, father, veteran, writer, poet, photographer and dreamer in pursuit of the meaning of life. Getting close, although I'm running out of time--probably why I'm so close. View more posts