Once upon a time I loved someone called JJ. He was neither an adolescent not a bird. That's tangential. Obviously.
The jays visit daily now, but are quite shy. One sat on a branch above my head earlier - and as I type this is here again. I have to not look so s/he's not afraid. S/he's eating the seeds but goes when I turn around.
It's funny how they like not to be looked at. The crows mainly don't go for the nuts until I turn away. Sometimes they pretend they've not noticed until I have gone. They often walk toward them in a zig-zag as though pretending they are not, in fact, after the food. Apparently some type of corvid does engage in trying to hide things from others... the jay's back - I hear its wings.
I have a feeling I need to read about corvids. I bought my dad Corvus by Esther Woolfson a few years back... but I think I want to read Bird Brains by Candace Savage. Oh... wait... this review suggests maybe it's not on my wishlist.... Though Savage appears to be an interesting writer to follow... Her book Geography of Blood looks fascinating. Mind of the Raven by Bernd Heinrich looks cool..Though I'm kind of more keen on crows and jays right now... Back to Savage, then, and Crows. Bought it. Turns out she wrote a children's book about a girl who makes friends with a crow... Hello, Crow! Sounds frighteningly familiar...
By the way, it is amusing that the Corvus writer has a last name Woolfson, given the connection between wolves and ravens - especially in Norse myths. Incidentally, JJ said he'd wanted to call his kids Wolf and Raven. Funny how things tie together.
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