Mar 232011
Winter’s nearly over and that means lots of birds migrating back to Canada! It’s always sad when winter comes, because you don’t hear the beautiful sounds of the songbirds filling the sky in the morning. One of these beautiful songbirds happens to be the Blue Jay; a majestic blue bird with really striking markings that make him instantly recognizable by anyone that sees him. To read more about blue jays, check out the link below to the excellent All About Birds, a site created by Cornell University and packed full of excellent information and pictures of any kind of bird you can think of!
Adorable and Loving Blue Jay Family
Found at: All About Birds
When I was younger, in the 60′s, my dad rescued a fallen baby bluejay, who fell from the nest, and he and my mom consulted a vet, then fed the bird every 2 hours in the beginning and then as needed. They nursed him and brought him up. We had a screened in porch and had ‘BJ’ through the spring, summer, and fall.
BJ used to fly around our house, come when called, sit on our shoulders and nip and ‘talk’ into our ears, lovingly. He crapped all over the house, but my mom also loved him, so she tolerated a lot. My mom operated a keypunch machine at home for work, and BJ would sit atop it and sing to the keyboard sounds for hours. He would even try to grab the cards from the machine as they slid by him. He also loved to sit on the washing machine and jump around on it!
We’d let him out into the yard with us, and he’d fly around following us checking into whatever we were doing, when he was learning to fly. Afterward, he’d fly the neighborhood, getting into mischief at the neighbor’s houses, grabbing a cigar out of an ashtray, and bringing all kinds of things home to us. Everyday, we’d call him by name and he’s come home, and he would land on our fingers or fly into the porch and stay for the night in there. Neighbors called to tell us our bluejay was at their house and we would go and get him, etc. What a riot he was. We loved him so much, and didn’t want to keep him locked up in the house, but since he wasn’t instinctively afraid of natural predators, it was inevitable that harm would eventually come to him. In the fall, he went missing and never came home. We were so sad, but understood then, that when we’d made a choice to let him live when we ‘rescued’ him, that we’d have to let him live as much a natural bluejay life as possible, even if it meant he wouldn’t be with us long. I
We don’t regret it and have a special place in our hearts for bluejays, and hope that he had a good life with us.
What a wonderful story! I bet my sister would love to hear that one… she’s a big advocate of the SPCA and other animal protection charities and she would melt hearing a story like this.
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