Please fly, little fellow. You’ve got to fly!
Three or four crows seemed awfully interested in something outside our window…
To a bluejay, a crow might as well be an armored tank but mama and daddy bluejay mounted a relentless attack, facing down the crows in the air and on the ground, and they finally moved back. Crows are smart and patient. They’ll make a note of it, to see if this little fellow could be an easier snack later in the day.
That was an hour ago. Little bird is still on the ground, parents in the branches above. Coaxing him to fly.