My mother taught me to hate bluejays. "They chase all the other birds away!" she said. "They eat everything in the feeder," she said. "They're loud," she said.
Yes, yes, and yes.
But oh, their color, their fantastical feathers. How could one hate a bird who sprouts such blue?
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They are beautiful, aren't they? And maybe they scatter seed from bird feeders to help out the little ones on the ground. Am I being too optimistic? lol
I have written about being conflicted about wildlife. Some of them I enjoy and others I don't; some of them I "like" and others I don't. It has occurred to me that picking and choosing is sort of . . . well . . . illogical as it's not as though they have much choice in their behavior. The jaybird is a jaybird.
Now chiggers are a whole other thing, especially at this very moment when my ankles and feet are covered. :-)
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