The Kids, Now

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Memoir  |  House: Booksie Classic
Two fledgling blue jays enter our life.

Submitted: October 31, 2018

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Several summers ago, my family watched two little blue jays trying to take flight.  One was more dominant and already in possession of a powerful set of lungs.  We dubbed him Jay Jay.  His more hesitant, quieter "sister" became Pippi.  

They are our neighbors, and started life assuming we were some odd sort of birds who provided peanuts and fresh water, over at our nest across from the huge crepe myrtle tree with broad canopy.  The local jays often hang out there.

Arriving on the porch railing, Jay Jay made his insistent presence known early on.  He still does; he has become the local alpha blue jay.  Pippi approaches the rail and allows one carefully measured squeak, in hopes of attracting notice.  I've grown to love Pippi very much.  She seems to accept Jay Jay and tolerate his overbearing ways.

I've never seen blue jays grow from babies to full maturity before now.  Like any parent, I've seen them spread their wings and fly out a bit further into our local community.  Jay Jay has adopted a wider territory, while Pippi often comes by and sits on a branch of the original tree that seems to have her name upon it.  From this branch, she can see straight into my sitting room.

This summer, we noticed a small and robust blue jay with an insistent nature.  "It must be Jay Jay Jr.," we remarked—second generation alpha.  The new females who come around in their quiet way have become Pippi's Girls.  And thus the world turns.

(Do you bird watch?  Have you ever named a bird in your yard or neighborhood? Any good bird stories?)


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