While practicing guitar I usually like to watch the scrub jays, house finches, pigeons and quails peck at the seed I leave out for them on the back porch. They only come out when I close the sliding glass door completely shut and watch from the inside of the house. Even when I’m not playing, they always notice I’m watching and they cock their heads from side to side and hop around timidly until I pretend I’m not noticing, then they descend upon the kernels. It’s usually the blue jays (or “scrub jays”) that come in hoards, shrieking their battle cries and rapping their beaks on the wood. Their chickens though, because if I move an inch they flutter back to their cypress. Next to the seagull they have the most pissed-off bird faces ever, it must be their arched brows.