My dad was trained by a blue jay about four years ago. He comes to sit on Dads hand to eat peanuts.
I used to have a blue jay lunch buddy when I lived in California. I'd take lunch out by my bike in the parking lot and share whatever I was having with him.
474 posted on 12/25/2010 1:28:15 PM PST by Riley
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