For the past few days, I’ve been noticing a rather noisy party guest out behind my home. I know the sound the moment I hear it and often look out to see a male Blue Jay screeching his head off.
At first, I thought he was just being annoying. The Jays around here are notorious for fighting with the Crows and both often sing their heads off in a squawking contest to see who can make more noise. At times, it’s cute but usually, especially when sleeping, throttling the little buggers is the first thing that comes to mind.
This one didn’t seem pensive about anything though. In fact, he was merrily hopping from branch to branch and, on seeing that, I thought he’d either lost his mind, or his family.
It was then that I saw it. Earlier in the month, I threw the remnants of my first baking success out into the bushes where it landed in the grass just beyond visibility. I figured the most it would do is attract decomposers and, maybe, feed some larger animals who’d be attracted to eating the insects. My little friend though is apparently making quite a meal out of this loaf and it looks as though he’s eaten about half of it. Considering the half loaf was about the size of an Association Football, that’s saying something.
I’m glad someone appreciates my culinary efforts. Considering how long it sat there before I gave up on anyone eating it, you would have thought it was infected by the Black Death.
Still, why buy bagged bread when you can make it at home? At least the Blue Jays appreciate it. 
