We live in the woods, and yesterday evening when it was growing dark, I opened up the door to the screened porch to let our "girls" in, Violet and Vallee cat, and Mr. Bluejay started screeching his blue head off up by the treehouse. I looked up and was expecting a snake. Instead there was this beautiful barred owl, just staring daggers at Mr. Bluejay, because he was found out! Blue jays are the blabbermouths of the woods. If they see something suspect around the feeders, or in the sky, they will yell it out for every creature to know. We know when the hawks float above the feeders in the winter, when the coyotes come too close to the water garden, when a snake slithers up a tree in search of eggs in the spring. This time we got an owl sighting--thank you, Mr. Bluejay!
