Summer 2015
Hi. This is Tory. I am a blue jay. My human friend Debi was going to tell you about last Sunday morning but she thought that it would be best coming straight from the horse’s mouth. Exuuuuuse me? You mean bird’s beak. Sigh peep.
OK…..so last Sunday morning I was in the mood for an almond. I went to see Debi with hopes that she’d love me and give me one. My “friend” Elvis tagged along. Well, he’s not really my friend but you know the saying…..”Birds of a feather….” Anyway, he’s a wild one. He uses “fowl” language and does these crazy antics….kind of like he was be-bopping to Jailhouse Rock. He thinks his actions will get him an almond. Well, you see, my friend Debi has a kind heart. She opened the door to give him one but he was aloof and flew off. So I got it! Lucky me. Then I left momentarily but then noticed that Debi left another almond on the balcony rail. Well, of course I had to go back for that. So I just kept sitting there in my cuteness pose, and lo and behold, she opened the door again. She stood there holding another almond but did not hold it out to me. Instead, she just stood there talking to me. Really? Get over it, lady. I WANT ANOTHER ALMOND! So I just flew right up to her and gently plucked the tasty morsel out of her fingers. NOW I’m on a roll!!! Three within 10 min. Batting 1,000. So I thought I’d push my luck. I plopped down on the rail again and got into my gluttinous pose…..but…..to my dismay, she mumbled something about me having enough and that I needed to leave because she was going to church or something. So I’m on strike now and haven’t been back to visit in 2 days. When she learns her lesson, I’ll be back (and no, my middle name is NOT Arnold). So goes that batting average.
Cuteness pose!
Gluttinous pose!!!
I don’t have time for this story-telling stuff. Why she has to e-mail her friends about me I have no clue. I don’t go e-mailing my friends about her…..but then again, I do squawk about it….as in bragging about me being singled out for treats. ha peep ha peep
Oh, before I go, I have a bone to pick…..oops, I mean a nut to crack…..with my human friend. Why she named me after that rag tag northern baseball team I’ll never know. She could just as well have named me Angel (the California team), even though it sounds a bit sissy. After all, I DO have wings! duh