Oh the Jay is so proud and handsome high atop the apple tree.
No poem for this wily character. For a long time, I had been blaming the squirrels for digging up my garden, as well as, shredding my potted plants. Now the walnuts that sprout every spring are probably the doing of the squirrels, but I began to find peanuts shells among the sweet peas. That’s about the same time the elderly neighbor called over the fence to tell me how she’s training the Jay Bird,
” He waits on the porch every mourning then takes the peanut right out of my hand and flies off with it”…
“Straight to my yard to dig up my sprouting beds to bury his prize for an afternoon snack” I want to holler back.
This feathered tricksters has me bested. I can’t tell the dear lady to stop feeding the Jay because it gives her such pleasure and I’m not going to stop planting my garden.
What to do? My solution, use Protection, create a barrier. Cover every pot with chicken wire and place shards of broken clay pots (the one I threw at the squirrels) around every young plant until it’s big enough to fend for it’s self. To bad peanuts don’t grow in Northern California I’d have a bumper crop thanks to the cultivating Jay Bird in my backyard.