Whiskyjack

This is our eighteenth spring in Ganny Cove and yesterday was the first visit we have had from whiskyjacks, a.k.a. grey jays. Two arrived, a parent and child, methinks, since the smaller of the two would sometimes turn to the bigger with gaping maw, expecting food to be dropped in. The food was some broken-up nuts we got for them from inside.

Although they haven't visited us before, we have seen them in the area, and they are always interested in people. These guys had no trouble jumping on my hand.

Pleasant visitors. And much more subdued, not to mention quieter, than their garish cousins the blue jays.