Tender wings

Of course there is nothing quite tender about Blue Jays - they're bullies and clever bastards, generally. Still, I love how they shake their feathers for me, and puff up when I whistle. Sure, it's most likely to show off and intimidate me - but it's my world and I can believe what I want.

This one gave me a slow-motion wing-shake right before grabbing a peanut.


It's been impossible today to NOT hear anything about the Scottish vote - and to top it off the Beloved met a Glaswegian at work today. I have no horse in this race - but hearing Scottish accents all day was a nice change :)