Even though it is raining, the stellar blue jays continue to gorge themselves at our Ponder Country ranch bird feeder. They are like little blue feathered pigs -- giving new meaning to the phrase, "when pigs fly." They are, however, beautiful and we enjoy watching them and the other birds: chickadees, nuthatches, blue birds, etc.
I took a picture (attached) from my office window of one blue jay that has learned to perch on the side of the feeder and enjoy the seeds in the tray. He, of course, flicks out seeds for his more timid brethren on the ground. Damned clever little blue pig.
Our bird bath, also popular, is nothing more than an old cake pan that we set on the ground at an angle. We set it on a slope so there is a shallow end and a deep end. That way the smaller birds can find a depth that suits them. All of the birds enjoy getting a drink there, and it doesn't seem to bother them that some bird before them was in the water bathing. I guess in this dry mountain country you take water wherever you can get it.
I'm sure that with the rain, the water we provide and all the seeds they have eaten that we are going to find a bunch of bloated, dead blue jays on the lawn tomorrow morning.
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