As one of Britain’s
most wary birds, the jay is more often heard than seen.
I think I’ve seen a jay twice in the eleven years I’ve lived
here and never in the garden, but now I’ve started getting regular and frequent
visits to the bird table from two of them. So, this being something of an
extraordinary event and me being the superstitious sort much given to wondering
about the validity of portents, I thought I’d look them up.
But then I changed my mind because the last two times I did
that the news was bad – and it proved to be accurate. This time discretion can
weigh heavily on the scales and let sleeping omens lie. The jay is a very good
looking bird, and that will do for now.
And I thought I might mention that the red climbing rose on
the south wall of my house is blooming more prolifically than it’s ever done
before. So I just did.
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