Gone With the Wind...

One day last week it was REALLY windy out side. As usual, I had my five or six Blue Jays coming back and forth to my feeder for corn.

During a particularly gusty time of day, I saw that the BlueJay's feathers were whipping all around while they were eating, and I knew I had to get my camera out.

Here he comes from our apple tree to our feeder on our deck:

He was saying, "Awww..you are NOT going to start taking pictures AGAIN, are you?":

"Well, how about just a shot of my fashionable FEATHER HAT then?":

"I hate it when people take pictures of me with food in my mouth!":

"That's more like it! This is my BEST side!

(But just ignore my chin hairs..I didn't get the chance to shave this morning!)":

"I'm a guy...I'm not supposed to have a SKIRT blowing in the wind, am I?":

"Oh, what the heck. I'll just embrace WHO I am....besides, the BlueJays in SOME other countries wear kilts, don't they?":




"No, I'm not hanging my head in shame. I'm tired of posing for you. I am HUNGRY!":

"Good Grief! I didn' t think it was SO WINDY that the corn would be blowing away too!:

"See what happened? I lost my lunch!

Are you DONE YET with the pictures, already??":

So I left him alone.

The big Grump.

Come to think of it, maybe he has low blood sugar?

Yeah, that's it.

I will forgive him.

This. Once.