So, as we were sitting down to eat breakfast (I made Fritz french toast in the world-renowned style of my dad, by the way), we noticed something unusual. Henry hadn’t moved from his post at the window all morning.
Not only that, but he was…chirping. It was weird.
After a few minutes of casual observation, we noticed that four blue jays were storming our deck and yelling at Henry. No, really.
They took turns sharing their true feelings. Loudly.
Our downstairs neighbor also texted us to tell us that the jays had also dive-bombed her little dog as he meandered outside to relieve himself.
My first and only thought–must run outside to find baby birds! Fritz quickly followed with my new telephoto lens.
Man, I love that guy.
Sure enough, two baby blue jays had fallen from their nest and were apparently planning on taking temporary residence by our pool. Whatever jays weren’t occupied with screening the neighborhood for imminent danger were busy with frequent feedings.
The babies spent the morning slowly wandering from one end of the pool to the other, stretching, eating, cheeping, and basically being totally adorable.
Fritz was worried that they would get eaten by the dogs that visited with our landlord or run over by a lawnmower or fall into the pool. I was nervous that their parents/aunts/uncles/nosy blue jay neighbors would get sick and tired of so many obnoxious humans with telephoto lenses hangin’ around that they’d just abandon their babies (don’t worry, I stayed pretty far away).
We clearly underestimated the vigilance of the blue jay.
Name that movie and I will give you…my undying love.
Henry eventually got tired of defending his throne and wandered off to find some other important things to do. It appears that this mostly involved sleeping.
I hope that you got to see something beautiful and out of the ordinary today!