blue jays.
Though regulars here at the ranch, it's doubtful that there is one single picture of this particular species on CMI. Other birds rate. Consider little chickadees, ever captivating and so danged sociable. Or the even smaller hummers, often blog stars when visiting during warm months. Then there are finches of varying colors. The list goes on. So, what is it about the bluest of 'em all?
They're invasive. They arrive at the feeders in flocks, flailing their big wings and ginormous heads, just about knocking the little guys unconscious. And they're bangers. If I hear what seems like a knock on the front portico, it's usually a big blue hammering at our well-established wreath in an attempt to gain even more sustenance. Ahem. Like there aren't enough berries in the woods? Nope, the blues need the ones Joe handpicked for me to decorate with. Enter kids.
Spotting movement by the picture window, Gav excitedly jumped up and exclaimed during a snow-day movie:"G'ma, there are BLUE birds at the feeder."
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The movie? Disney's "Bolt", highly recommended when you have a kid or two around.
The outlook about those blues? Forever changed. I guess they are kind of pretty.
The saying? Maybe we should say, "Discrimination is worthless," and leave the birds out of it!
The moral? 'Tis the season. Don't discriminate. Welcome the blues - but only of the avian variety.
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