There was something about yesterday morning. I don’t know if it was wind dying down or phase of moon or planetary alignment or Spring rains making hills richly green, but it was exquisite. I’m not a fan of merely clear skies and warm sunshine (Isn’t it a beautiful day? — No it’s not). But this was a California blue-sky, verdant green growth, good smelling fresh morning. Just a socks knocker-offer.
A blue jay — actually a California Scrub Jay — somehow got into the office and was knocking things over trying to escape and I caught him. He calmed down after a while and seemed copacetic in my hands. (I’ve practiced getting the right non-threatening grip with chickens; when you hold them gently and firmly, they relax.) Regarding me with an inquisitive eye — they’re highly intelligent birds, members of the corvid family, as are crows and ravens. When my grandson Maceo returned from a walk with his mom, we let him go. He flew up to the roof, regarded us for a moment and then took off for his wild world.