By Gary Bogue
Friday, April 16th, 2010 at 7:00 am in scrub jay.
Oh, my, did I love your story from Niall in Cyberspace today, April 14 (“Why is scrub jay tapping at my door?”).
My “Charlie” has been visiting me for about 3 years now. It started with his inquisitive self and my putting peanuts on the table next to me when I was outside reading. Then he took them from my hand, always touching/shaking them all until he chose the one he thought was best before flying off to bury it or eat it.
And then from the bedroom second story he would land on my balcony door handle and tap, tap, tap on the window for his “treats.” And of course I was always there. He even ate out of my husband’s hand (a little more quickly). And if he came when I was out front talking to a neighbor, he would come right down and eat out of their hands also, as long as I was there. He would occasionally land on my shoulder looking for peanuts if I was out gardening.
About 3 weeks ago when I was out gardening, I found “Charlie” under one of our bushes. Things are a lot quieter and sadder around here now: we had a good relationship together and I miss him.
I’ve included a picture of “Charlie and me.”