The Eskimos call them “Camp Robbers” because the instant after an animal is brought down for a subsistence hunt these darling birds flock to the food before even the humans get a bite. In all reality they are gray jays. Much like blue jays- a Midwestern bird my grandmother adores. They are such friendly little darlings. And today one came across Chipper’s food. I was so surprised by his company. For he’s the largest feathered friend I’ve seen around in a while. My darling has persuaded me to befriend the critter. As if my backyard has room for any more permanent residents. But I shall make room! There are plenty of willow and alder to nestle into. And this cheerful mischief-maker is more than welcome to stay a while.
