Monday, May 4, 2015

"The blue jay scuffling in the bushes follows
Some hidden purpose, and the gush of birds
That spurts across the field, the wheeling swallows,
Have nested in the trees and undergrowth.
Seeking their instinct, or their pose, or both,
One moves with an uncertain violence
Under the dust thrown by a baffled sense
Or the dull thunder of approximate words."

from On the Move 'Man, You Gotta Go.'
by Thom Gunn

In many locations a Blue Jay would not be noteworthy
but here I do not see a lot of them. I suspect the Magpies
may fill a similar niche. But I have been stuffing the feeder
with peanuts just to lure the jays. Once they arrive you can 
certainly tell they are there, the house resounds with their
raucous calls. They are such a beautiful blue.

And a quote from an old favorite.

" Forked sticks upon the air,
Half-dead trees, where two
Blue jays shriek the summer sky
To a deaf world, their blue
The only water here.

The sun is axeman among dry
Slashing: he would clear
Kindling from these rocky hills:
The logos as belated pioneer,
One cry with the fanatic jay. ..,"

                          Blue Jay in Haliburton
                               D.G. Jones

1 comment:

Kathie Brown said...

Guy, my yard is full of jays right now. They are little thieves! However, I love to hear their calls and see their brilliant blue in my trees! And of course, I love the poem at the end.