When I lived on the west side of the Salt Lake valley in Utah, lots of scrub jays were always around. I would leave them unsalted peanuts in the shell, they would gather them up and stash them in lots of interesting places. They would perch nearby while I was working in the yard and sing along with me sometimes. One day they all came screeching to my door, letting me know that one of them was wounded by some idiot's dart. I couldn't save him, but my heart still sings thinking of the bond we shared.
When I lived on the west side of the Salt Lake valley in Utah, lots of scrub jays were always around. I would leave them unsalted peanuts in the shell, they would gather them up and stash them in lots of interesting places. They would perch nearby while I was working in the yard and sing along with me sometimes. One day they all came screeching to my door, letting me know that one of them was wounded by some idiot's dart. I couldn't save him, but my heart still sings thinking of the bond we shared.