Every morning, I wake to his “yelling.” He almost has the ability to interrupt the calmness and peacefulness of country life. But, only almost because after his initial ‘outburst’, he tends to go quiet for the rest of the day just going about his business. He is usually right outside my bedroom window and he does not stop his talking until I look out and see him and he looks at me. He stands there looking at the peach tree and awaits an answer….not from me but, I think , from ‘his friend’. He is perched high in the oak tree and patiently waits for his friend to arrive but his friend never does. I am guessing it is a little game he likes to play with the other birds and with me.
And, then, in a quick swoop, he flies down to the bird feeder to munch on the suet that is there waiting for him. No other bird dares go near when he is having his breakfast. I think it is because he is so loud.
I think he and I have developed this understanding, of sorts, where as long as I stay far enough away from him and him to me, we are both comfortable and go about our days. I asked my hubby about this the other day. It seems like such a strange relationship…and he says all the jays he has known are like that. They are territorial in a way. They don’t understand that THEY are the visitor.
Ha, I’ve met a few ‘creatures’ like that in life where they overstep the boundaries like this little guy does. I guess that can be seen in all forms of life too. Who knew? 🙂