Mr. Jay Stellers and Ms. Jaccy Jay… Pals in the Rain Forest of Little Whale Cove…

“Jay Stellers n Jaccy Jay”
“Mr. Jay Stellers”
“Jay” checkin’ things out…
https://www.audubon.org/field-guide/bird/stellers-jay

I looked out the window next to the backyard like I do each morning while having my first cup of coffee. I always look for my wildlife friends, especially locals who come and go…

Suddenly, my pals “Jay Stellars” and Jaccy Jay showed up perched on the the lower branch in tall fir tree so I could see them.

Jaccy looked at me first with a “shack-shack-shack-shack.” Then, Jay followed with a “chook-chook-chook.”

Both wanted me to chat with them, I just know. Jaccy screams like a hawk sometimes. Jay looked back at her screaming “chook-chook-chook.”

It takes me awhile to hear what Jay and Jaccy say to me. But if my soul is listening, I hear them clearly…

I hear Jay and Jaccy discussing with some concern about their newly built nest nearby. It sounds like their nest was being threatened by a Racoon…

Ohhh! I know, it’s my neighbor, Rocky Racoon. I see him now…

The nest is a bulky ragged cup of twigs, weeds, moss, dry leaves. It is cemented together with mud and lined with fine grass, rootlets, and pine needles making a strong home for little ones to thrive…

But Rocky Racoon had other plans. He wanted to have eggs for a snack. He loves yoke the most these days… His clan waited patiently below for a snack too…

Stellers males in courtship, feed the female. Adults are quiet and secretive while nesting, but become noisy and aggressive if the nest is threatened. So, this is what Jay and Jaccy were “shack-shack-shack-shacking” and “chook-chook-chooking” so loudly about.

Mr. Jay flew toward the nest first, then Jaccy followed. Rocky Raccoon was chased away with his tail between his legs..

I told Rocky Raccoon before not mess with Jay and Jaccy when they come back in the spring. But he will never listen to me… Do you know what I mean?

With a “shack-shack-shack-shack” and a “chook-chook-chook, Jay and Jaccy go about their day, while Rocky Racoon and his clan go find something else to do.

I love all my wildlife friends for all they do. For It is their love and kindness that moves my heart and soul…

Steve Sparks, Author,Blogger, Mental Health Advocate…and aspiring artisan…

“Gritz” The Intrepid Eagle of Little Whale Cove…

“Gritz” The Intrepid Eagle…
“Gritz” On The Move…

Matt n Mattie, my Canadian Honker friends with a new nest in the Cove, seemed in despair the last day. Both were honking their heads off looking up at the sky…

I looked up and knew why right away. “Gritz” The Intrepid Eagle, was looking for bacon n eggs for breakfast or anytime of the night or day…

Matt n Mattie raced across the pond to the north end of the Cove. I knew there was a nest over there, but couldn’t see…

I knew the eggs were not yet in the nest. Otherwise, Mattie would be there sitting warmly on the little Goslings waiting for them soon to hatch…

While Matt n Mattie continued to go honkers n bonkers, Gritz patrolled the sky high above the Cove. He flew in circles, diving down to the water to get a closer look.

It looked like a reconnaissance mission to me.. Mama Gritz waited with anticipation back at the Eagles nest, high up in the well protected old spruce overlooking the Cove…

A family of Canada geese walk across a lawn.

In the meantime, Matt n Mattie returned to protect the nest. Mattie is very close to giving birth to baby Goslings.

I wish to help Matt n Mattie protect their eggs. I hate when five little Goslings are born and only two make it to swim the first time in the Cove…

Some years like last, Matt n Mattie left alone, just the two of them. They flew back to their winter home without a single youngster with them to grow up during the long winter in the far north…

It is this journey of love that Matt n Mattie make each year. It is Little Whale Cove that begs their return to bring new little Goslings into the world of this beautiful Cove…

We are so lucky to be loved by Matt n Mattie. They return each year to build a new nest hidden in the rocks close to the shore of the Cove…

Meanwhile, “Gritz” will be waiting above in the Eagles nest, high above. I see him perched on the old spruce in the rain forest surrounding the Cove…

I returned to my chat with Matt n Mattie after that. I dream of new Goslings to love again this year, just like every year…

Steve Sparks, Author, Blogger, Mental Health Advocate…and aspiring artisan.