These blue jays which live up to 15 years and mate for life are clearly unafraid to let me know when they are in my backyard. They call loudly when I step outside my deck, perhaps telling others that the big white bath-robed bird carrying that black box is back---yes, I do go outside in my PJs in this cold weather. The jays have chased me all the way to the dock to remind me that the bird feeder is empty! The only thing I see them duck away from at the feeder is the woodpecker who is pack'n a weapon.
The seeds they pull from my feeders are placed carefully in their claws and pried open with their beak although I have seen them recently swallow sunflower seeds whole, unlike the woodpeckers that place the sunflower seeds into holes in the trees and then peck them open that way.
At the end of the day there was this little fellow that clearly had almost lost a battle with a hawk or eagle. He was not as nimble at the feeder or in landing on the branches due to his compromised shape. I have read that they will re-grow these tail feathers at the next molt.
"I got away, didn't I?"
(If you like birding adventures may I be so bold as to suggest you read my posts -in three parts- about "Zorro," another bird friend, on my other blog.)