by Kung Fu Zu 4/17/15
“I am sitting at my desk watching a pair of blue jays build a nest in the tree which grows outside my window. The sky is overcast and I can hear heavy thunder in the distance. I ask myself, why would the Creator of this universe need me to worship him? Do I care if ants think about me? And the distance between me and ants is as nothing compared to gap between the Creator and me.”- A Thought, Kung Fu Zu
Since writing the above, I have continued to observe the Blue Jays residing in the tree outside my window.
The pattern of their lives is clear. The female will nestle down in her nest keeping her egg warm and safe. The male will fly hither and yon to return with some bit of food for the female. Every now and then, the female will spring out of the nest, bounce over a couple of branches and take off for points unknown. Within a short span of time, she will return to again settle upon the nest protecting her future offspring. There are small variations on this theme, which makes watching them more interesting.[pullquote]Furthermore, I think squirrels are basically rats with fluffy tails so I am philosophically against them in any case.[/pullquote]
A couple of days ago, two squirrels came off the roof into the tree branches. The Blue Jays flew into action, attacking both squirrels without quarter. The squirrels retreated after a few seconds. They regrouped and again commenced their raid. This time, one squirrel advanced from the roof and the other from the base of the tree. The Blue Jays were ready for this and, once more, beat off the scurrilous squirrels who had to give up the assault.
Sitting back in my chair, it occurred to me that I had been an observer of nature in an intimate setting. And what I had seen was not sweetness-and-light.
Having watched the Jays for several days, I had become somewhat attached to them and was glad they were able to beat off the squirrels. Furthermore, I think squirrels are basically rats with fluffy tails so I am philosophically against them in any case. Therefore, in order to help my Jays, I decided to have the tree branches next to my roof trimmed.
Today, the gardener came by and gave my wife a quote. A few minutes after this, I heard a racket outside my window. I looked up and there was a single squirrel making his way to the nest. The two Jays jumped the squirrel from different sides. The squirrel kept going. Another Jay flew in from who-knows-where in order to aid his feathered cousins. The squirrel was implacable. I jumped out of my chair, ran to the front door, and grabbed my umbrella. Racing outside, I poked the umbrella at the squirrel who then withdrew. The Jays were throwing a fit and directed their ire at me once the squirrel had retreated.
I went back inside to let the Jays calm down and watch how things would develop. All three Jays kept up their racket. Jumping from one branch to another, they were still exited. The female Jay stayed near the nest, while the other two occupied branches some feet distant.
In a minute or so, the first Jay flew off. Shortly thereafter, the second Jay departed. Finally, the mother gave the nest a last look and shot off to the north.
This did not seem very encouraging, so I went back outside and pulled down the limbs on which the nest rested. Inside, I saw a small bluish-green egg with brownish spots. It had been torn open and I could see no sign of the baby bird. I let go the branches and returned to my office.
As yet, the Jays have not returned and I have small hope that they will. This saddens me as I have become fascinated with them and their ways.
There is, however, one consolation. I have a pellet gun and will go squirrel hunting over the next few days.
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