A scrub jay perches on a rusty iron pipe in an act of perfect balance.
The scrub jay does not fear me. This species of bird follows me around outside my house, fascinated, I guess, by the birdhouses I build, or the water stations I replenish daily. Bird books reveal that the scrub jay is one of the most intelligent of all animals, rivaling the chimp for smarts. In fact,Continue reading “California Scrub Jay”
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.