Call me old school, but I’m a Jay man. Always have been. Always will be.
Jays are ace. We get them outside the window for a few days each year – they go mad for the acorns. What surprises me though is for such large, colourful, noisy and quite clumsy birds is… where the hell do they hide for the rest of the year?
I like birds that are good company, as lovely as a fleeting glimpse of a kingfisher is I prefer dippers, because can rely on them to be there. Same goes for the swallows and wrens in my workshop. Feel bereft when the swallows leave.