BLUE JAY

by Leslie
(Royal Palm Beach, Fl USA)

Our daughter was visiting us from Wisconsin last week.
She came in from the cold tundra to the hot tropic's. Any way I was taking a shower one morning, and she came to the back slider, holding a dead blue jay in her hand. She said Mom look, a hawk was chasing this beautiful creature & as it was trying to get away from a sure death it flew straight into our sliding glass door breaking it's neck.

Of course she was upset and I was drenched with soap. But what a reality check. Why did it fly into my back porch. All the birds around where up in wings, they were all dive bombing and attacking the hawk, even the black birds where in on the deal.

So we gently wrapped the blue jay in a paper towel, and sang the taps, ( bur, ba bur, bur pa bur). We buried him on our canal bank. And when we were finished all the birds, flew away. It was like they knew their fallen commrade had been buried.

When she went home, she called me to say as she was driving home, a bird flew into her antenne, but he was ok.