Snow and Hungry Birds

Underneath the snow, the sleet lies like pellets as white as the snowflakes that sifted down in the dark of night.
The snow continues to pepper down throughout the day and finally stops.

Snow

The Cardinal finds sunflower seed in the mix of feed that’s been sprinkled on top of the snow.

Cardinal

The young Blue Jay waits his turn in the pecan tree. His blue color stands out among the browns, grays, and reds.

Blue Jay

The Sparrow joins right in and appears to find the seed to his liking.

Sparrow

Baby Blue Jay’s First Flight

"I got out of my nest, but I can't fly yet."

Baby Blue Jay says, “I got out of my nest, but I can’t fly yet.”

"I want my mommy!"

Baby Blue Jay: “I want my mommy!”

"I'm right here! Stay where you are. There's a cat on the ground."

Mama Bird: “I’m right here! Stay where you are. There’s a cat on the ground.”

"I'm here, too. I'm watching out for you. Hang on there!"

Daddy Bird: “I’m here, too. I’m watching out for you. Hang on there!”

"I'm here, too.  Just waiting."

Cougar: “I’m here, too. Just waiting.”

"That bird learned to fly. But I don't mind.  I'm not hungry, so guess I'll take a nap."

Cougar: “That bird learned to fly. But I don’t mind. I’m not hungry, so guess I’ll take a nap.”

"This is not a tree.  Where am I?"

Baby Blue Jay: “This is not a tree. Where am I?”

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This morning, the baby blue jay came out of his nest in an oak tree in my yard.  He either fell or thought he could fly when he could not.  He hopped until he found the small bushes and pines and then he hopped up the side of a small pine tree where I snapped lots of pictures. He spread his wings a little each time he hopped. The parent birds called to him, giving him specific instructions, I’m sure. 🙂 Of course, Cougar, my cat, showed up to see what the birds were chattering about. I left the birds alone, and later I found the blue jay’s nest high on the oak limb. One baby bird is in the nest. But it’s probably not the one who had tried his wings.  I didn’t see him again, but I feel sure he is safe among the oak leaves with his parents nearby.