Bea and the Blue Jay

Blue Jay's are common in my back yard here at Creative Sandwich. I have many large spruce trees that drop all kinds of yummy cones that they adore. They are such a beautiful bird. The brilliant flash of blue is such an uplifting sight as they glide from tree to tree outside my kitchen window. It almost makes doing dishes pleasant. Almost.
With such gorgeous plumage, it sometimes seems like a cruel joke when they open their little beaks and that comes out! Honestly, they sound just like a rusty gate, squealing on it's hinges! They have often awakened me with their noisy arguments in the treetops. Just get along already!

Early this morning I was deep in dreamland. There I was, tucked in my fluffy comforter and lavender scented pillows, enjoying a lovely, somniferous trip to the prettiest of imaginary cities. I was leisurely perusing exquisite shops chock full of pretty, dreamy offerings, when a rude tapping brought me back to Alberta...and not happily at that!

I pulled my covers over my head and tried to ignore it. Tap. Tap, tap. Tap, tap, TAP.

Arrggh! Who was that? I crawled out of my covers and stood, confused, in the middle of my room, trying to place the source of the sound. Was it from one of the boys rooms? They are never up that early, and it sounded like it was in my back yard. In fact, it was right outside my window!

I pried my eyes open a little further, and opened my window wider. I was pleased to see the sun shining on a scene of breezy autumn colours. No construction crews, but I could hear it. Tap, Tap. TAP!
A movement, a little streak of blue above my window caught my eye. There, in the eaves trough above my now wide awake head was a blue jays tail. Bobbing up and down in time to the banging noise.
I kindly and politely asked him to stop. (I'm always kind and polite around the crack of dawn. Really.) I can't say the same for the Blue Jay, because he ignored me completely. I asked again, perhaps a wee bit more forcefully. Tap. Tap. TAP, tap, tap.

Finally I banged on the window and insisted he cease and desist. The tail disappeared, replaced a second later by and upside down Blue Jay's head. There we were, eye to eye, each as surprised as the other. Then it happened. He opened that deceptively tiny little beak and let out a shrill shriek loud enough to curl my hair! Yikes! On and on he went, telling me exactly what he thought of me bothering him. Imagine the nerve!

Speaking of nerves, there was no going back to sleep after that. I had to go curl up in the sun in my favorite chair with a cup of tea. Far away, on the other side of the house.

*sigh* I think I prefer this bird. After all, a girl needs her beauty sleep.


Love,
Bea