Growing up in California, I do not remember the wildlife so much. I was either concentrating on *me* or there just was not much around. I do remember the occasional raccoon coming in our dog door to eat dog food on McKissick Street and the dead *something* that crawled into our bathroom sewer pipe and died. But thats about it. No bugs, no lizards..
Anyhoo, yesterday morning I peeked out my back door and saw a baby Blue Jay learning to get out about on his own. He was hopping back and forth between my lounge chair and the big 'ole Texas sized bar-b-que we have.
I got about 10 shots before Mom started dive bombing me.
I think he's cute. A face only a Mom could love.
*Trevor*
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