When my Dad was a little boy, he made the mistake of fiddling with a blue jays eggs while they were in the nest and mama bird seemed to be nowhere around.
Well, little did he know, she was very close by, and she chased him across the big backyard and pecked him so hard in the noggin, that he learned a painful lesson that day.
He would tell this story to my sister and I many times, and even though I knew it must have been crazy scary for little dad-but- I couldn’t help cracking up and the scene of it all! Of course how could I not think of dad whenever I see a blue jay? And, it isn’t all that often we see them here in NYC- so I know what happened back on Valentines day 2009 was more than a coincidence.