Young Scrub-Jays in the neighborhood
To describe my lifelong fascination with flight and with creatures that fly I like to echo the words of John James Audubon who in 1839 wrote of himself as "...one who never can cease to admire and to study with zeal and the most heartfelt reverence, the wonderful productions of an Almighty Creator."
Since the young Western Scrub-Jays climbed up the Jasmine vine on May 27, I have not seen them return to the nest. For perhaps a day they stayed hidden among the leaves, but since then I have not seen or heard them. Young Jays are usually noisy, so I don't understand this silence. Maybe they'll show up again when they have started flying.