I am grateful for this photo of a Whiskey Jack. They don't come to town. We have to go out to the wild to see them. In this case the wild was barely 20 miles out of town, but it was still out.
Out is good.
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The day was much bluer than indicated. This was 1/500 at f11 at 1100, for those who may be wondering. I play with film speeds and let the camera make up the rest. I am grateful for that, too.
14 comments:
I love Whiskey Jacks. (excuse me, Grey Jays) - such friendly camp-robbers! Haven't seen many around here, but we have lots of Blue Jays.
Thanks, Bag Lady. I like them, too. They remind me of Phil Silvers.
Don't see them much around here either, unless I get up a little higher. My most memorable exchange was with a couple on Mount Si in WA, that were taking hunks of Cliff Bar right out of my fingers!
They're brave feeders, Chris.
Wonderful shot!
Not sure I've ever met a Whiskey Jack, but pleased to meet its acquaintance. A handsome fella.
Thanks, Crabby.
The gray jays in Colorado can follow the tourists up and down the trails begging for food.
The must be more than used to humans.
Like Crabby, i don't know that i've ever seen one -- are they like blue jays, always looking to hook something on the sly?
Yup. Same family, same M.O., Messymimi.
I've never seen one, of course, only having visited cities in the west. I love his position on the very very top.
Mary Anne in Kentucky
Yes, he posed so graciously for me.
How lovely for you that "out" is so close. How lovely for us that you share your surroundings.
It's my pleasure, Hilary. I am so glad my sharing is so appreciated.
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