Fall~ Blue jay youth


Fed, satisfied for the moment.

Curious, eyes looking, head tilted.

I know people who capture photos

of wild birds. Due to an accidental

death of Mama Blue Jay, son is

more easily available to take

his picture. I know he’s not

like the magnificent eagle

nor colorful as last year’s

Chicken hen and rooster.

Baby boy blue just tugs

and pulls at my heart.

Next posts, one all

scrunched down,

settled to think.

Last one, so

funny, with

neck craning

to peer inside. . .

See you later,

Blue jay.

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