I don’t know exactly what this blue jay is looking at. Is it looking for a sunflower seed that has fallen to the ground? Perhaps it’s looking at a peanut taking a siesta below the bird feeder.
Someone suggested that the bluejay might be looking at a car that it’s thinking about buying. Another clever individual suggested that it’s trying to decide which pair of socks it wants to buy. Considering the fact that it’s eighty-five degrees and humid, I think that’s highly unlikely.
I think it’s simply looking…divine. Look at those perfect feathers, that magnificent color. Divine…simply divine.
We were eating at a restaurant that was right next to the waters of the Gulf of Mexico in Florida a few years back. They had not yet perfected the system for checking in with a hostess, and we ended up with a group of three people hovering next to our table while we finished our meal!
My husband, normally a very courteous sort, finally was pushed to his limits. He pushed back his chair, asked the woman standing at his elbow if she’d like to finish his coffee, and we left the vultures to pick at our leftovers. (I’m sure they didn’t actually do that, but I thought it gave this story a dramatic finish.The rest of the story is 100% true.)