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Wild Blue Jay eats out of my Hand

 
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There's this wild Blue Jay my mother trained to eat out of her hand. It will fly down and grab peanuts from my hand also. One time it came 48 times in a row within an hour's time, grabbing peanuts out of my hand, burying them, and returning for more. I've not heard of anyone else making a pet out of a wild Blue Jay and was wondering if anyone else here has done so. This Blue Jay has been around for about 8 years. It really loves my mother and will just stay on her hand for several minutes and will look into her face as though it is trying to communicate. We have it on video also.


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It is not that uncommon for folks to raise baby jays and crows, they often fall out or get kicked out of their nest. They are so intelligent and social that they remain friendly. Unfortunately, cats often get them, because they hang around the house and get complacent.

I had a crow come out of nowhere, once, and perch on my gutter and stare at me. I figured he was someone's pet gone feral, so I brought out a handful of catfood and he perched on my arm and ate it all, then flew away, never to be seen again.

I still marvel at that encounter.
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That's cool dude. We've have a family of crows that's down to 3 from 5 we've fed for 3 yrs and daddy crow will come down to the deck when we're outside. He'll come to the table and grab food but haven't gotten him to trust us enough yet for hand feeding. Maybe in time...but many around here still hate crows and he is smart for his distrust. Maybe because they're intimidated by the crow's intelligence and their own lack of. Just sayin...
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There's this wild Blue Jay my mother trained to eat out of her hand. It will fly down and grab peanuts from my hand also. One time it came 48 times in a row within an hour's time, grabbing peanuts out of my hand, burying them, and returning for more. I've not heard of anyone else making a pet out of a wild Blue Jay and was wondering if anyone else here has done so. This Blue Jay has been around for about 8 years. It really loves my mother and will just stay on her hand for several minutes and will look into her face as though it is trying to communicate. We have it on video also.


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what side of the rockies are on OP?
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are YOU on^^ rather
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This happened to me back in 1980... It was during a weeks stay in Yosemite. It was the oddest thing, this bluejay would fly down and sit on my shoulder when we sat on the porch of the cabin!! I've always had a way with animals, and eventually went into veterinary medicine. But I still think back to it as being so odd. I was 15 at the time. Granny has pictures of him on my shoulder, but she keeps her pictures in boxes, not albums. I am going over there today to do her pills, I will see if I can find one. I don't know why this one was so friendly. Maybe from years of visitors feeding it? No idea.. It was really cool though. :)
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Saved thread to faves incase I find the pic. I'll post later if I do. :)
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Whats for supper???? blackened BLUEJAY !!!!
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Four years back, I had a whole nest of four blue jays running around on the ground while I mowed the grass. They'd fallen from nest about twenty feet up in a tree.

I herded them out of the way in a corner of the fence with the noise of the lawn mower. WHile I was taking a break, I heard the mother blue jay raising hell and saw a nieghbors fucking cat stalking the babies. By the time I ran over to where they were, the cat had one of the babies in it's mouth. I wacked the fucker hard over tha back with a stick and it let go of the baby bird, which appeared unharmed. I did the best I could to discourage the neighbors cats with a bb gun in the week it took the birds to learn to fly well.

FOr the last three years these same jays have remained, and they have not forgotten what transpired. They often come up on deck and look in through the kitchen door,apprently urging me to come out for a visit. They exhibit no fear. and when I go outside and sit down they land on the chair and on the deck rails around me. It's not about food, either, I have never fed them other than the bird feeder which is for all the birds, and it's not near the deck. They just recognize me as a friend. It is really comforting to have them act in such a friendly manner.
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There's this wild Blue Jay my mother trained to eat out of her hand. It will fly down and grab peanuts from my hand also. One time it came 48 times in a row within an hour's time, grabbing peanuts out of my hand, burying them, and returning for more. I've not heard of anyone else making a pet out of a wild Blue Jay and was wondering if anyone else here has done so. This Blue Jay has been around for about 8 years. It really loves my mother and will just stay on her hand for several minutes and will look into her face as though it is trying to communicate. We have it on video also.


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Wow.
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Beautiful. hf
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When I was a kid, a house wren built her nest in my dad's workshop on top of a jigsaw. When dad needed to use the jigsaw, he would move the nest to the workbench use the saw and then put the nest back. Sometimes this was done with the wren actually sitting on the nest.

This family of wrens nested around our house for generations.
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they steal sandwiches and fries right off the plates of unwitting tourists at nepenthe restaurant in big sur. what a riot to watch.
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what side of the rockies are on OP?
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Must be on the west side, those images are of a Scrub Jay, quite familiar to California backyards everywhere.
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They exhibit no fear. and when I go outside and sit down they land on the chair and on the deck rails around me. It's not about food, either, I have never fed them other than the bird feeder which is for all the birds, and it's not near the deck. They just recognize me as a friend. It is really comforting to have them act in such a friendly manner.
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I know what you mean "it's not about food either" --- this Blue Jay will just come HANG OUT around us all day long, and literally follow us around the acerage. If we are sitting, it will just come and sit on a branch in a pine tree close by. My mother has often said, "That bird has brought me so much joy!"

And I can relate when you say, "they have not forgotten," because we can be gone from the property for 6 months, then come back and there she is, and will fly down to our hands to grab a peanut.

To reply to another comment, we are on the west coast, in Aguanga California to be exact, about 30 miles east of Temecula.
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Has anyone besides me ever had a bird land on their windowsill, only to start singing in rhythm and in tune with the music you were listening to?

I had a bird do this. It sang like a guitar, in descending notes, in perfect rhythm and tone with the jam. It was unbelieveable...

Oh yeh, and those don't look like the blue jay's that Im familiar with from New England...
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hf hf hf
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where I live in Colorado we call those Camp robber jays. It's pretty easy to get them to tale food from your hand.
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common for corvids
but at great risk to
their survival.
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dude there is a ufo on the 2nd pic, top right corner...
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It's real cool to get wild birds feed from your hand. I work as a gardener and I''ve had several birds confident enough to do this. Mainly balckbirds, robins and sparrows who will all take a juicy chafer grub or vine weevil grub from the hand when I dig them up.
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what side of the rockies are on OP?


Must be on the west side, those images are of a Scrub Jay, quite familiar to California backyards everywhere.
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that's why i asked.....
could be a female stellers jay as well...

blue jays are only found east of the rockies.

not too diminish the the coolness of the bird in hand...just providing some info.
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what side of the rockies are on OP?

Must be on the west side, those images are of a Scrub Jay, quite familiar to California backyards everywhere.


that's why i asked.....
could be a female stellers jay as well...

blue jays are only found east of the rockies.

not too diminish the the coolness of the bird in hand...just providing some info.
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You are teaching me. Interesting that these so-called blue jays we have here aren't even blue jays, but Scrub Jays! Everyone I know here in California has always called them Blue Jays, but I researched it a bit and you are sure right. Bird maps of the blue jay territories only show east of the rockies.

I wonder why real Blue Jays have never migrated west.
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You are teaching me. Interesting that these so-called blue jays we have here aren't even blue jays, but Scrub Jays! Everyone I know here in California has always called them Blue Jays, but I researched it a bit and you are sure right. Bird maps of the blue jay territories only show east of the rockies.

I wonder why real Blue Jays have never migrated west.
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I believe the Rockies and the Mississippi are both barriers to many species of birds and even plants.

As for what people commonly call jays, I find that it is a common practice. I cringe everytime I hear someone call those pretty yellow birds 'wild canaries', which are actually American goldfinches.

Usually you don't know these things until you are bit by the 'birding' bug, and then you get obsessed about proper identification.

Then, you'll be out there with the rest of us nuts, binoculars in hand, Peterson's Guide in the other, sturdy shoes and sunblock hat, with your trusty waterbottle at your side, ooing and aahhing at the next life-list check mark you make.
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that's really cool. i have been faithfully feeding flocks of birds here for 11 yrs. and they know me, interact with me in their bird way. i love them like they are my children, i couldn't bear for them to go hungry.
the "emperors" have no clothes!
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Oh, I can't help it.

Jim Baker's Blue Jay Yarn, by Mark Twain


Animals talk to each other, of course. There can be no
question about that; but I suppose there are very few
people who can understand them. I never knew but one man
who could. I knew he could, however, because he told
me so himself. He was a middle-aged, simple-hearted
miner who had lived in a lonely corner of California,
among the woods and mountains, a good many years,
and had studied the ways of his only neighbors, the beasts
and the birds, until he believed he could accurately
translate any remark which they made. This was Jim Baker.
According to Jim Baker, some animals have only a
limited education, and some use only simple words,
and scarcely ever a comparison or a flowery figure;
whereas, certain other animals have a large vocabulary,
a fine command of language and a ready and fluent delivery;
consequently these latter talk a great deal; they like it;
they are so conscious of their talent, and they enjoy
"showing off." Baker said, that after long and careful
observation, he had come to the conclusion that the bluejays
were the best talkers he had found among birds and beasts. Said
he:

"There's more TO a bluejay than any other creature.
He has got more moods, and more different kinds
of feelings than other creatures; and, mind you,
whatever a bluejay feels, he can put into language.
And no mere commonplace language, either, but rattling,
out-and-out book-talk--and bristling with metaphor,
too--just bristling! And as for command of language--why
YOU never see a bluejay get stuck for a word. No man
ever did. They just boil out of him! And another thing:
I've noticed a good deal, and there's no bird, or cow,
or anything that uses as good grammar as a bluejay.
You may say a cat uses good grammar. Well, a cat
does--but you let a cat get excited once; you let a cat
get to pulling fur with another cat on a shed, nights,
and you'll hear grammar that will give you the lockjaw.
Ignorant people think it's the NOISE which fighting
cats make that is so aggravating, but it ain't so;
it's the sickening grammar they use. Now I've never heard
a jay use bad grammar but very seldom; and when they do,
they are as ashamed as a human; they shut right down
and leave.

"You may call a jay a bird. Well, so he is, in a measure--
but he's got feathers on him, and don't belong to no church,
perhaps; but otherwise he is just as much human as you be.
And I'll tell you for why. A jay's gifts, and instincts,
and feelings, and interests, cover the whole ground.
A jay hasn't got any more principle than a Congressman.
A jay will lie, a jay will steal, a jay will deceive,
a jay will betray; and four times out of five, a jay
will go back on his solemnest promise. The sacredness
of an obligation is such a thing which you can't cram
into no bluejay's head. Now, on top of all this,
there's another thing; a jay can out-swear any gentleman
in the mines. You think a cat can swear. Well, a cat can;
but you give a bluejay a subject that calls for his
reserve-powers, and where is your cat? Don't talk to ME--I
know too much about this thing; in the one little particular
of scolding--just good, clean, out-and-out scolding--
a bluejay can lay over anything, human or divine.
Yes, sir, a jay is everything that a man is. A jay can cry,
a jay can laugh, a jay can feel shame, a jay can reason
and plan and discuss, a jay likes gossip and scandal,
a jay has got a sense of humor, a jay knows when he is
an ass just as well as you do--maybe better. If a jay
ain't human, he better take in his sign, that's all.
Now I'm going to tell you a perfectly true fact about
some bluejays.

"When I first begun to understand jay language correctly,
there was a little incident happened here. Seven years ago,
the last man in this region but me moved away. There stands
his house--been empty ever since; a log house, with a plank
roof--just one big room, and no more; no ceiling--nothing
between the rafters and the floor. Well, one Sunday
morning I was sitting out here in front of my cabin,
with my cat, taking the sun, and looking at the blue hills,
and listening to the leaves rustling so lonely in the trees,
and thinking of the home away yonder in the states,
that I hadn't heard from in thirteen years, when a bluejay
lit on that house, with an acorn in his mouth, and says,
'Hello, I reckon I've struck something.' When he spoke,
the acorn dropped out of his mouth and rolled down the roof,
of course, but he didn't care; his mind was all on the
thing he had struck. It was a knot-hole in the roof.
He cocked his head to one side, shut one eye and put the
other one to the hole, like a possum looking down a jug;
then he glanced up with his bright eyes, gave a wink
or two with his wings--which signifies gratification,
you understand--and says, 'It looks like a hole,
it's located like a hole--blamed if I don't believe it IS
a hole!'

"Then he cocked his head down and took another look;
he glances up perfectly joyful, this time; winks his wings
and his tail both, and says, 'Oh, no, this ain't no fat thing,
I reckon! If I ain't in luck! --Why it's a perfectly
elegant hole!' So he flew down and got that acorn,
and fetched it up and dropped it in, and was just tilting
his head back, with the heavenliest smile on his face,
when all of a sudden he was paralyzed into a listening
attitude and that smile faded gradually out of his
countenance like breath off'n a razor, and the queerest
look of surprise took its place. Then he says, 'Why, I
didn't hear it fall!' He cocked his eye at the hole again,
and took a long look; raised up and shook his head;
stepped around to the other side of the hole and took
another look from that side; shook his head again.
He studied a while, then he just went into the Details--
walked round and round the hole and spied into it from every
point of the compass. No use. Now he took a thinking
attitude on the comb of the roof and scratched the back
of his head with his right foot a minute, and finally says,
'Well, it's too many for ME, that's certain; must be
a mighty long hole; however, I ain't got no time to fool
around here, I got to "tend to business"; I reckon it's
all right--chance it, anyway.'

"So he flew off and fetched another acorn and dropped
it in, and tried to flirt his eye to the hole quick
enough to see what become of it, but he was too late.
He held his eye there as much as a minute; then he raised
up and sighed, and says, 'Confound it, I don't seem
to understand this thing, no way; however, I'll tackle
her again.' He fetched another acorn, and done his level
best to see what become of it, but he couldn't. He says,
'Well, I never struck no such a hole as this before;
I'm of the opinion it's a totally new kind of a hole.'
Then he begun to get mad. He held in for a spell,
walking up and down the comb of the roof and shaking
his head and muttering to himself; but his feelings got
the upper hand of him, presently, and he broke loose
and cussed himself black in the face. I never see a bird
take on so about a little thing. When he got through he
walks to the hole and looks in again for half a minute;
then he says, 'Well, you're a long hole, and a deep hole,
and a mighty singular hole altogether--but I've started
in to fill you, and I'm damned if I DON'T fill you, if it
takes a hundred years!'

"And with that, away he went. You never see a bird work
so since you was born. He laid into his work like a nigger,
and the way he hove acorns into that hole for about
two hours and a half was one of the most exciting and
astonishing spectacles I ever struck. He never stopped
to take a look anymore--he just hove 'em in and went
for more. Well, at last he could hardly flop his wings,
he was so tuckered out. He comes a-dropping down, once more,
sweating like an ice-pitcher, dropped his acorn in and says,
'NOW I guess I've got the bulge on you by this time!'
So he bent down for a look. If you'll believe me,
when his head come up again he was just pale with rage.
He says, 'I've shoveled acorns enough in there to keep
the family thirty years, and if I can see a sign of one
of 'em I wish I may land in a museum with a belly full
of sawdust in two minutes!'

"He just had strength enough to crawl up on to the
comb and lean his back agin the chimbly, and then he
collected his impressions and begun to free his mind.
I see in a second that what I had mistook for profanity
in the mines was only just the rudiments, as you may say.

"Another jay was going by, and heard him doing his devotions,
and stops to inquire what was up. The sufferer told him
the whole circumstance, and says, 'Now yonder's the hole,
and if you don't believe me, go and look for yourself.'
So this fellow went and looked, and comes back and says,
"How many did you say you put in there?' 'Not any less
than two tons,' says the sufferer. The other jay went
and looked again. He couldn't seem to make it out, so he
raised a yell, and three more jays come. They all examined
the hole, they all made the sufferer tell it over again,
then they all discussed it, and got off as many leather-headed
opinions about it as an average crowd of humans could
have done.

"They called in more jays; then more and more, till pretty
soon this whole region 'peared to have a blue flush about it.
There must have been five thousand of them; and such
another jawing and disputing and ripping and cussing,
you never heard. Every jay in the whole lot put his
eye to the hole and delivered a more chuckle-headed
opinion about the mystery than the jay that went there
before him. They examined the house all over, too.
The door was standing half open, and at last one old jay
happened to go and light on it and look in. Of course,
that knocked the mystery galley-west in a second.
There lay the acorns, scattered all over the floor..
He flopped his wings and raised a whoop. 'Come here!'
he says, 'Come here, everybody; hang'd if this fool hasn't
been trying to fill up a house with acorns!' They all came
a-swooping down like a blue cloud, and as each fellow
lit on the door and took a glance, the whole absurdity
of the contract that that first jay had tackled hit him
home and he fell over backward suffocating with laughter,
and the next jay took his place and done the same.

"Well, sir, they roosted around here on the housetop
and the trees for an hour, and guffawed over that thing
like human beings. It ain't any use to tell me a bluejay
hasn't got a sense of humor, because I know better.
And memory, too. They brought jays here from all over
the United States to look down that hole, every summer
for three years. Other birds, too. And they could all
see the point except an owl that come from Nova Scotia
to visit the Yo Semite, and he took this thing in on
his way back. He said he couldn't see anything funny
in it. But then he was a good deal disappointed about
Yo Semite, too."





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