Evening, twilight. A lone Scrub Jay enters the confines of the Predator Preserve. Perching on the slanted top of the garden window, he (it’s a he – he’s so darned colorful! & not only that, his feathers are perfectly coiffed) pecks around the glass, scrabbling for footing, & is startled by our arrival at the window to see what the heck is goin’ on.
He twirps, squawks & then parks himself in the links of the gate, peering in the window from afar. So of course we had to check out the Preserve to see what he wanted – he moved to top of the arbor, watching, waiting…
