I am finally winding down and getting my urban (NYC) terrace garden back in place after an enormous upheaval. Yesterday, before Juan V arrived to work with me on this “task,” I heard a bird call that I’ve not heard in my garden. As you may know, “my” visiting birds include Cam (a lone cardinal) and her entourage of house finches, mourning doves and sparrows. I’m familiar with whose who when it comes to their sounds, but yesterday’s bird call was one I had never heard.
At the time all my trees, shrubs, plants, and flowers (totaling a little over 80 in number), had FINALLY been moved out of my studio apartment (which is only 15.5 feet by 9 feet 10 inches), and they were huddled together — “sitting” in the middle of my terrace (which measures17 feet by 8 feet 5 inches) — as they awaited Juan V to help me place them. Therefore my terrace looked rather dense with the things I grow.
Suddenly, I heard an unusual bird call, and since my vision is so low, I do what I often do when I hear a bird, and that is to aim my camera near the sound, and then check out my image in my computer which has visually adaptive software.
That’s when I discovered this new “voice” belonged to a blue jay (who had been “hiding” on my urban hedge), but the only photo-op I managed to get is the one pictured here.
Juan V arrived soon after and we began working in my garden which caused all of “my” birds to fly; off but we could hear them singing from neighboring trees as we worked.
I know very little about blue jays, and, I wonder if the one who visited me was merely on a stop over on his/her way south since autumn, and eventually winter, are upon us.
All I know of blue jays is what Atticus said about them in “To Kill a Mockingbird,” which is this, “Shoot all the blue jays you want.” Atticus said this to Scout and Jem as they begin to use the guns given to them as gifts! “I’d rather you shoot at tin cans in the back yard, but I know you’ll go after birds. Shoot all the blue jays you want, if you can hit ‘em, but remember it’s a sin to kill a mockingbird,” Atticus warns them.
I don’t know how anyone could think of killing a blue jay or any other bird so I hope “my” new friend is safe wherever he/she travels to.