In my experience, jays tend to be cocky buttface birds.
Max, my old cat, used to think he could catch the blue jays in my back yard in Tallahassee. They used to taunt him mercilessly and he insisted on thinking he could catch them. I never quite had the heart to tell him if he ever caught up with one, it would probably fuck his shit up, but good.
And he said, "What could you have possibly told them that would help someone identify the birds?"
You should Vader-choke him and say, "I find your lack of faith disturbing."
Why are people trying to double or triple book all my meetings?! Ahrg.
Jays used to dive bomb my parents' cats out in CA. Poor BeauBeau ended up with a bald spot on his head, and he was a mighty hunter type.
Blue jays are totes assholes.
So are small-town Mississippi bigots.
It's a shame about Westboro targeting Constance, I hope she gets the kind of supporters and counter protesters like the ones that showed up in Virginia (when the crazies went there because of the coal miners).
Although maybe if everyone just shunned the Westboro people and acted like they weren't there (including the media) maybe they'd finally go away.
We had a cat once that would sprawl out with her belly exposed just inside the sliding glass door and taunt bluejays into colliding with it.
Leif has been invited to his first slumber party. There will be eleven boys age 7-9 at this party (I can't imagine). They will be playing soccer, football, swimming, and going roller skating.
Jays are notorious bullies--there was a pair at my parents' house that use to dive bomb their cat in tandem.
Bluejays used to divebomb Hustler, my husky/spaniel/collie/passing stranger mix. He learned to do a fast neck rotation jaw-snapping motion to dispatch them. He had no interest in the dead birds, but the cats ate them.