When we got home today, Little Dude got straight to the point of requesting he be allowed to partake in one of his most favouritest activities: playing on the balcony. Rain or shine, hot or cold, this is the one activity he looks forward to the most when we get home. It’s win-win ’cause he’s outside and I can get some things done (like supper and preparing his daycare bag for the next day) while keeping an eye on him.
Today, though, the little guy hesitated before opening the screen door once I opened the heavy glassed door for him. As soon as he was ready to head out, we heard a bird screaming. Loudly. A few seconds later, said bird started swooping right in front of our screen door screaming at us. The little guy figured he’d lay low and observe this interesting phenomenon from inside the house. Eventually though, the bird must have decided that we humans weren’t *that* threatening and flew off into our backyard maple tree.
Charles immediately decided that it was a good time to head out onto the balcony, but as soon as he was out, he started pointing excitedly at something.
Yup. We had a blue jay chick just chillin’ about five feet away from us. The crazy birdie that had been swooping and screaming at us initially was most definitely the mama.
And so started the stare-off. Blue jay chick was observing human chick intently. Human chick was observing blue jay chick intently. Mama jay was observing blue jay chick and human chick intently. Mama human was observing human chick, mama chick and blue jay chick intently. Mama jay stayed perched atop a branch – probably deciding that the human chick (who had moved on to other things on the balcony) wasn’t a threat and mama human (who had read or heard that blue jays were known to be aggressive) decided to stay just inside the threshold of the home to intervene if needed.
Blue jay chick started feeling more confident. Of course, that probably has something to do with the fact that his mama wasn’t swooping ’round constantly and the fact that my son had become completely uninterested in it (because a squirt bottle is much more interesting that a baby bird) and began exploring the balcony.
And then, it happened.
Blue jay chick explored some more and got stuck in a part of our clothesline. Blue jay chick started screaming wildly. Mama jay started screaming wildly. Human chick looked at human mama. Human mama grabbed human chick and put him inside the house. Blue jay chick kept screaming wildly. Blue jay mama started swooping around her chick screaming and not knowing what to do to get him unstuck.
Human intervention became necessary. I grabbed a hand towel from the kitchen and went out on the balcony. I planned on using it to swish above my head to avoid being attacked by a panicked mama bird while I worked on freeing her baby. It worked. Mama blue jay screamed at me and swooped near me, but couldn’t get close because of the hand towel that I was waving around and I managed to separate the line from the metal bar enough for the little birdie to get free. I then promptly returned inside the safety of my home as the mama bird screamed at me for getting near her baby and my son sat on my lap wondering what in the world was going on.
After that, blue jay mama stayed close to her chick and while the chick continued to explore our balcony, it remained very far from our clothesline.