My husband and I used to ski cross country in the Mt Hood NF and came across the Jays wherever people skied the trails. My husband once lost a big PB and J sandwich to a Gray Jay. It was so heavy the bird sagged deeply in the air between wingbeats. Fortunately he had made a second sandwich.
In fact the first time I saw these birds they were cleaning up the table at a campsite I had walked away from.
There is a book titled something like Writings of American Women Birdwatchers that gives an account of a desperado who puts a basin over his face as he lies in a cabin expecting to die of his gunshot wounds. Why? So the "meat birds" wouldn't peck his face. Another term for GRJA, this one from Maine.
On Wed, Jun 27, 2018, 2:04 PM Alan Contreras <acontrer56...> wrote:
> Camp robber may sound undignified for these lovely birds but one grabbed > part of a sandwich two inches from my hand and flew off with it, so I think > that qualifies. > > > Alan Contreras > <acontrer56...> > Eugene, Oregon > > www.alanlcontreras.com > > > > On Jun 27, 2018, at 2:00 PM, Roy Gerig <roygerig...> wrote: > > This has been an interesting subject, Gray Jay, Whiskey Jack. I hunted > deer and elk a lot with Dad at higher elevations in my growing up years > which I didn't make until now, maybe > > In our hunting camps, I remember it was Clark's Nutcracker was the Camp > Robber. Maybe just they seemed more obvious about things like breaking > into the Corn Flakes box you left out than the soft spoken and looking Gray > Jay. > > I heard Whiskey Jack for Gray Jay once or twice as I remember it > > Roy Gerig Salem OR > > >