Hopping

Yesterday morning I saw a blue jay hopping mad at a squirrel on the bird feeder. It was hilarious in its ineffectiveness and expression of pure frustration. It felt like there could have been other, more meaningful, ways to respond, but I’ve watched a lot of cartoons, so my grasp on reality is highly amended. In our era of opinions being validated by views and likes… I realized I was doing the thing in realtime. I was liking and viewing this behavior and taking it to the next level… (I’ll stop this train of thought right here).

I love that Bluejays are related to crows. It makes them seem smarter and not just slightly complainy and pretty faces. A group of Bluejays is not called a murder, like crows, but a “Party” or “Band.” Does that make them the club or frat house birds? Some possible band names: Blurjays, Bubblejays, b-corvids, Winged Party, Party on the Wing… All dressed up and unable to be seated at the bird feeder.

Party of 6 Party of Crows