Blue Jay Way

Directly out my window are two 40 year old blue spruce trees. The city carefully maintains them. This year they are brimming with pinecones, both brown and green.

There's a pair of mourning doves nesting in them. They tried low on one tree and had their effort torn down by some squirrels. Now they are rebuilding higher on the second tree. They are stupid birds, but I wish them luck.

With the ripening of the pinecones, have come the Blue Jays. For a week, every day at lunch, I saw one working his way through the branches.

I'm not usually thinking about the trees at other times of day, but one evening I was telling hubby about the jay. At the moment when we were both looking at the spruces, trying to imagine the bird, along flew first one, then two and finally five Blue Jays, squawking louder than sea gulls.

A hopeful sight in the downtown heart of this city.