pilot, Blue Jay just drops in:
drinks and then takes off!
- (Unlike many of the birds visiting my baths and spas and divebars scattered throughout the yards, I take particular pleasure in the vertical/short take-off and landing antics of the Blue Jays, who come to drink but as yet never to wade in and splash and cavort. One Saturday morning came from on-high, flitted through the oak and its entangled Bougainvilla vines still reeling from an earlier freeze but recoving foliage to hide all those eye-popping and finger-squelching thorns without stirring a leaf on the young oak trellis which shades the bottlebrush trees – more like shrubs on steroids – with a nearly vertical drop and landing on the just-refilled largest of the baths. Looked at me, cocked its head as if to wonder why the yardman has so much free time, took three long draughts, each punctuated with an upthrust neck and a visible gulping peristalsis-like movement as the water was applied to gullet. Looked again at me, repeated twice more and then suddenly took wing nearly repeating its landing maneuver. For thus I happily shall refill thy bowl master Blue.)