I have always had a love hate relationship with the Jay, which stems back as far as I care to remember. The call of the Jay brings a flood of memories in which I would be fishing, hunting, camping or just working around the forest in the fall. Memories like sitting in a deer stand being scolded, in which ever deer in the near county knew exactly where I was hiding. Or memories where I would be hiking into a hidden creek to fish for fall brook trout, with the smell of decaying leafs under foot, the warmth of the falls sun on my face, the color of all the trees shining into my eyes. Now, the memories of capturing these images will become part of the recall someday in my waning years. For now, the call of the Jay means its dinner time as they are heading for the feeder posted just outside my bay window. The call of the Jay speaks to me like that of the crackling of the campfire. Both are old callings of another time, which are in us all!Image path: Flickr
I can relate Bill. The love of nature was instilled in me as a small child from my parents. I remember Mom mimicking the calls of a lot of birds... in-turn I did as well. And I still do....even this summer I stood on our back deck and I whistled bird calls and they answered back..*smile*.
ReplyDeleteNow that was an amazing post because to me it revealed deep things that you feel and remember and you did it in your own unique writings style. Believe it or not, you have a 'voice', and I love reading you. I hope you continue doing more writing as well as photography - I love how you express yourself!
ReplyDeleteReading your post brought memories of the Jay to me as well. I always remember hearing their call when we would visit my grandparents in Florida when I was growing up. We didn't have any jays visiting us at our home in Upstate NY, so it was a sound I only recognized down South. I never knew who made the sound until I was 30 and moved into Gram's then vacant house for a short time. I asked my brother what bird that was and he said those are the Jays. So, now that sound here in Minnesota still takes me back to Daphne Avenue and the winter vacations we took when I was a kid.
ReplyDeleteThanks for bringing it to mind again.
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