Wish you could see it better, but that's life in the woods, folks

Steller’s jay? Jeller’s stay? This is English; you can never tell how something is supposed to be written. I used to pride myself on my spelling capability (even though I lost the 6th grade spelling bee on “asterisk”, a word I’d never heard before, but I’m not emotionally damaged, waaa!). But now that I’m getting old and decrepit—I’m 40 as of last Saturday—I’m more cautious about spelling. Teh turht is, it is psosilbe ot raed Egnlsih qiute raedliy eevn wtih sracbemld wrdos bcasuee of hwo oru bnairs wrok. Cloo, huh?

But enough about my ineptitude (for the moment). I wanted to show you a pretty picture of Stellxr’s jays (where “x” represents the trick vowel) (or was that “trick fowl,” ha ha!) that have been swarming our bird feeder all winter. Ain’t they purdy? I remember seeing these birds for the first time at Yosemite National Park when I was 11 years old. Their intense blue plumage, black heads, and crest are distinctive; as is their call. I think it’s somewere between that monkey call you hear on old Tarzan jungle movies (“aaak-gakakakakak”) and a train wreck, which is what most jays do (a short, grating call: “aaakchghhh”). This concludes my bird-call lesson of the day, especially if I’m wrong.

I’m thinking about posting only three days a week. What do you all think?