Attack of the Steller's Jay

This morning we came downstairs and in our "breezeway" there was a large Steller's Jay. The Jay came in through our *dog door* and was trapped in the small room. There is only one window and it was covered, so he was just standing there on the railing.

We opened the door to the room, and there he was hopping back and forth on the railing, looking at us with that "don't mess with me" eye. It startled the crap out of us.

This is the bird that regularly terrorizes our cat out in the back yard. I have a strange feeling that he chased our cat through our dog door.

We had to go around back and open the back door from the outside, and he promptly flew out. Lucky our breezeway door had been shut, he might have killed us in our sleep. Or at least made a mess in the house.

He is clearly a very smart bird, as he pooped on my wife's Denver Broncos hat that was there...

And our cat is still frazzled.

Comments

Pierce Brown said…

go denver

11:06 AM

Anonymous said…

Is a Steller's Jay the same thing as a Scrub Jay?

11:37 AM

Anonymous said…

Dear Kenny,

A Stellar's Jay is NOT the same as a Scrub Jay...two different species that look & sound very different. Either one could be found terrorizing a cat and pooping on a Denver Bronco hat, though (gotta say I agree with the bird on that one-sorry Candice!). ;)

9:53 PM

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