Molly was barking out the front window this morning and, although she barks at leaves and cats and my car if I park it in a different spot, I thought I’d look in case it was the neighbor’s cute golden retriever puppy on the loose again. This is what I saw.
Can you tell what it is? I could tell it was a bird, a hawk I thought based on the size, and it was struggling with something in or on it’s feet. I thought it had a blue bag stuck on its feet. I was trying to figure out how one helps a wild hawk with a plastic bag stuck on it’s feet without losing one’s eyes or limbs, when I looked closer.
Hold on just a minute! That’s not a bag. Are those… wings?
Why yes, they are. Yikes. First I was a little fascinated and horrified at what was happening a short distance from my front window, but then I was also amazed at just how blue the blue jay’s wings were. They’re like chalky electric blue. I felt bad, but the blue jays are the bullies of my yard. They terrorize the little birds and scare them away from the feeders. I guess what comes around goes around even in the bird world.
Kind of makes driving halfway to work today before realizing I left without my purse seem like not such a bad thing.