Whiskeyjack poses

We had another visit at suppertime today from the three grey jays, whiskeyjacks, that live in our neighbourhood in Ganny Cove. They are very different from their cousins, the blue jays.

The Blues are noisey, jumpy, and apparently glutonous. They are willing to take every peanut you have, and bury them all. How can they remember all those places? Maybe that's providence, skillful preparation for future famine, but it looks like wasteful greedygutsism.

The Greys are thoughtful, methodical, considerate, taking a single nut off somewhere private, to eat and not necessarily come back for more. Maybe that's improvident, but it looks like polite consideration.

Both of them like to sit for a good portrait. Here a Grey.