The Lizard came out and sat quietly on the rock wall.

Ms. Blue was schooling me on how not to look like a predator, to the lizard. When I first met you, I thought you were a predator, because you look so hard. She saw the little lizard from a long way off. Are you planning to eat the lizard, she asked, beak in wing. You will never catch him staring at him that way. She came down to the branch to show me how to look inconspicuous. She turned her back to the lizard, as though he wasn’t even there. I know you see him, Ms. Blue, I said. First, she stared at me and said, this is what I want you to do. This is what you are doing and this is what I want you to do. Then, she turned tail to me and the lizard. She stared at the sky as though she had nothing else to do. If I were a bird your size, I would consider that lizard a tasty treat for myself and my hatchlings. No thank you, I am not too fond of eating lizards.
I had to laugh that she thought she would school me on that subject. She is so adorable, how she takes me under wing. Completely different from my classes from Ms. Robin who told me about, considering and not, my husbands wants and wishes. Some of them are to be accepted and some are to fall like water off… Well I need say no more. Now in the class from the Blue’s it is always about when and what to show. They are a family of excellence and showiness. Ostentation is their middle name. I appreciate the class.

I had heard Mr. Bluejay singing about his wife's efforts, but...

Yesterday Mrs. Bluejay showed me her nest. I had passed it so many times. I never knew it was there. She had to check on them after the storm clouds cleared. She startled me and flew out from right in front of me. Tell me this is not the best tree to put a nest in. Right in front of everybody, but nobody sees it. I applauded her suttle choice. I tried to take a picture without disturbing the nest.
I couldn't catch her on the nest, she is too shy for that. She really got offended when I took my camera out. She flew away and gave me such a talking to from the lightpost, I thought that she would never talk to me again. Then, she cooled down and chalked the whole incident up to human ignorance. We parted friends.

The goose family entertain my brooding.

The goose family was very persistent in teaching their 6 chicks how to dig for worms on the side of the pond. Mrs Goose kept the children at their lessons, when I passed yesterday. Father Goose was surprised that I didn’t stop and admire his busy and happy family. It wasn’t that I didn’t admire them, I didn’t want to mess up the lessons that they were obviously so engrossed in. Are you going to mess up our class, He looked at me. I said I would never interrupt Mother Goose directing her chicks. They finished their class and found me, later as I was sitting and stewing at being late for my own baby’s awards ceremony.
I can never forget the breathtaking feeling when I accidentally turned to the back of the program for graduation and saw that I was the general excellence medal winner. I didn’t hear another thing at the ceremony. Elizabeth, tapped me from the end of the aisle. Jayne, you are the general excellence. I can’t believe it. Nobody knew that I was. I kept my grades to myself as much as possible. I thought Joy would be the general excellence. She read so fast and well, out loud. I always stuttered when I could hear my own voice and my face got hot, if it were anything that we had to do in public. How could Jayne be general excellence, when her handwriting looks like special ed? That was a good question. I did work hard

The Finch couple settle in!

The angels seemed to be playing; it was air polo that they were playing with the pollen in the courtyard today. Practice looked aggressive and there were more than a few tussles in the interaction that they had.
The teams paired off 2 by 2 and attempted to guide the little pollen balls into their planting ground. Discouragement that none of the couples could seem to get a handle on what to do with the pollen ball. I saw a couple of escalated arguments and I couldn’t blame them. There is little worse than an uncooperative air polo partner.
Meanwhile a finch family settled into the scenery around the building. She flew through the pollen and opened her mouth to show me the reason why they chose our building to build their home. Them's good picken's I said to her. She said not a word, but flew off to deposit her seeds into her nest for the coming hatch.

The Turtledoves had a big tiff!

I passed the 2 turtledove couples, this morning. The one couple was coooing at eachother as usual and the other were huffing. What is wrong, Ms. Turtledove, I asked. He is in an attitude. Why? He completely misunderstood what I said. The design of our nest, he thinks is his to do. I said that something looked stupid and he thought that I said that he was stupid. You didn't, I chuckled. That is absolutely not like you. I know, but I was not in any mood for the nonsense today. I can totally identify, I retorted. Aren't they a cute couple, I pointed out the other turtledove couple, who were cooing at eachother. They are still in the enchantment stage, she said. I like the settled committed love, where you can say whatever and still enjoy one another's company. We popped 5 and I went to the store. I will get my talking to later, I know!

Picky, picky Bluejay

Ms. Bluejay was so picky about her choice of twigs. This one is too hard, it will stick my baby. She kept picking and dropping the ones that she didn’t want. This one is too soft, it will mold too easily. This one is too leafy…
Finally she found the perfect twig. It was still attached to the tree and she wanted it. What are you doing? I asked her. She said I need some reinforcements we have had to change the bottom of the nest several times, since the birdlings have hatched. She pecked and pecked and finally had dislodged her treasure. I am sorry, Jayne, I will have to… and she flew right off. Birds know that their sentences are always stopped by a branch or two in the mouth. What a bird the Bluejay?

***~~~***Bluejay Love! American Style***~~~***

Mom and Pop Bluejay are religious about PSA, Public Shows of Affection. I caught them in the courtyard this morning. They nearly cussed me out, the both of them. They thought it was safe at 7 am, to be public"SA"(showing affections), in the garden: but they flew off in a huff, when I decided to catch them in the act.

I am sorry, Mom and Pop. I didn’t mean to mess up “yo’ thang”. We could take a lesson from them.

The sparrows were busy about meal hunting, theirs is nothing of the affectionate kind of relationship of the bluejays, always pouring compliments and such upon one another. They were as surprised as I was that the pansy bed was such a nice place for the bluejays and that they were offended that I decided to have breakfast there. I thought you were part of the bluejay family. Daisy Sparrow said, I always wondered where the mom and pop bluejays went, with all those baby sparrows in the nest, you know they can kiss there. Now, we all know. They are found out.