Toolool!  Toolool!  What’s faster than a flying Blue Jay?

Nothing is faster than a flying Blue Jay except for maybe a hungry Blue Jay.  You should have seen George at the feeder.  He finds a prime place among the branches to watch the ground and then he picks the perfect moment to drop and grab.  It is like poetry in motion.  My  George is awesome!  He doesn’t waste any time.  He moves so fast he’s a blur.

Now me?  I like to take my time, so to speak.  I am quick, too, but I like to show off my fabulous blue feathers.  Don’t you think I’m pretty?