The Scrub Jay and Me

Posted by67steffenPosted inBirdsTags:

First, the scrub jay checked me out from a roof gutter.
Next, the jay flew down by my feet.
Finally, the bird posed for a shot before flying away.

I was pulling weeds and pruning yesterday when a very lean scrub jay started hanging out with me. Photos tell the story. Peace.

Published by 67steffen

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.

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