Whilst raking leaves yesterday (I love trees, but every fall...when comes the sloughing off of their leaves, a curse is ever present on my chapped lips, long tines rasping over red and gold...) I found a few blue jay feathers, and then a few more, and then finally a pile of down that could only mean one thing: A bad end. It's not uncommon to find a dead robin in the yard, or evidence of a dead robin, but a blue jay is a new discovery. Maybe he wanted to miss the upcoming polar vortex.
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