A Blue Jay Tale

For past few years I've been putting out birdseed and bread for a large variety of birds, chipmunks, and squirrels.

I really enjoy watching them through my kitchen window and have been able to take some really great pictures of them.

Last year my Emma went after a baby Blue Jay that couldn't fly and out of nowhere came a flock of Blue Jays and they were mad.

They chased her all around the yard yelping and she couldn't get back inside fast enough.

After I checked Emma to make sure she wasn't bleeding I headed back outside and dreaded every step of the way knowing I would be needing a shovel for a proper burial.

As I approached the baby bird I was completely astonished that it was alive and not injured. There I stood with this large shovel, grateful that the bird was still alive when all of a sudden I remembered all the adult Blue Jays that had just attacked Emma.

Though beautiful, it's a known fact that Blue Jays can be brutal when it comes to protecting their young and there I stood 2 feet from their baby. My mind was racing trying to figure out would it be faster to run towards the house or garage.

I do believe the birds recognized me as the person who feeds them and knew I wouldn't hurt their baby.

I slowly shooed the baby under a bunch of trees into a neighbor's yard that doesn't have dogs.

It was 50 feet to the fence line and I was absolutely terrified that any moment I could be swarmed.

I actually touched the little bird with my sneaker gently to keep it going, as it seemed dazed and didn't want to move.

I did not hear one Blue Jay squawk!

After I got the baby through the fence, I thanked the birds for not attacking me. I was grateful that I came out of the whole rescue with my dignity and not running around the yard screaming the way my dog had.

As for Emma, she refused to go out into the yard for several days and though she finally forgotten the incident, it's something that I will always remember.