Thursday, February 26, 2009

gray jay


There is something I love about gray jays. Their buoyant, effortless flight, the way they glide in on silent wings, messengers from within the dark spruce bogs.

8 comments:

Grizz………… said...

I envy you your whiskey-jacks. They're one of my favorite camp birds whenever I'm in the north country.

Lynne at Hasty Brook said...

This was one of my favorites!

R.Powers said...

Thanks for the pic! We don't have those.

Deb said...

Grizzled- I usually have to travel even further north to see them, but I did encounter one on the Christmas Bird Count here two years ago, just a few miles from where I live.

Lynne- I was surprised by how much I enjoyed seeing these birds. I was going for the lifer, the boreal chickadee and hoary redpoll, but gray jays just make me happy for some reason. :)

FC- This is another bird that does not make it past 46 degrees latitude. I guess they live through the winter by caching food in tree bark, and if it is too warm of a climate the food will spoil.

RuthieJ said...

They sure are pretty birds. I wish we could see them in southern Minnesota too.

Jayne said...

He's beautiful Deb. :c)

Seven Trees said...

thanks for adding us to your blogroll.

I love gray jays. We grew up calling them camp robbers. I love going up to Mt. Baker and holding out a handful of sunflower seeds so they can land on my hand & eat.

Anonymous said...

I just love these birds- a beautiful photo Deb~