J stays! After calling on several zoos, rehab facilities and education programs, apparently a domesticated Blue Jay in pristine condition is just not wanted or needed. Feh!!!! So, I got out the scissors, clipped his primaries, cleaned the guano and ordered him a roomy cage. He'll live out his little birdy life in the lap of avian luxury attended by his winsome mistress and stuffing in as much BBQ as he can tolerate.**
Even after the clippage, J has proved to be an Olympic leaper and flutterer. He still manages to ascend to the highest shelf of the etigére, tip the Huichol ceremonial hat off its coconut head, cleverly deposit foodstuffs in the corners, bury tomatoes and corn in the ficus pot (should be a lovely garden there come next spring), and fling potting soil to the four corners of the living room and beyond. You just gotta love a bird weighing in at a mere couple hundred grams that can create such torments in his territory.
Of late, he has been begging Sterling for food. To which Sterling replies with a dignified huff and fluff. He has been marauding Sterling's cage. He has knocked two pictures off the wall and has destroyed a whole pod of garlic, distributing the papery thin casing to each and every wet spot he comes across, thus effectively super-gluing the wisps to counters, faucets and sinks. He discovered on Sunday that **ears are exceptional BBQ/food storage units**. And, that eyes are quite sparkly and whimsically peckable.
He dive bombs the shower spray and delights to sit on my eye-liner pencil as I apply my face. Soon he will poop on my sonic toothbrush, raid my underwear drawer and be caught lounging on the bed, toddy in hand, smoking jacket sashed, ordering birdy porn.
That's my J. Donations accepted via PayPal: ipoinc2003
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