This morning for breakfast I had Merlin. A young one perched near the top of the big dead tree across the street from my deck and lingered for 15 minutes, preening, cocking its head, and looking generally sharp-eyed. Eventually a brazen blue jay landed in the tree, and hopped from branch to branch getting closer and closer to the Merlin. Startled, the Merlin lost its footing, did a little twirl, and landed lower on the branch. A second jay screamed repeatedly from a nearby tree, while the first jay hopped even closer to the young Merlin, who finally had enough, and flew off. Best breakfast so far this week. Caroline Haines Gloucester <Songbirder...>
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