Who knew that one partial day of bird photography could turn into three blog posts? Well. To be honest, I know I take way too many pictures, and then I have no place to share them but here. So you are once again subjected to my interpretation of bird life.

I’m sure the birds don’t mind me sharing their inner most private thoughts.

As I was leaving the nature center, fingers and toes frozen but happy that I saw the eagle and all the other birds, I noticed a flury of activity centered on a stairway railing.

Someone had left a pile of seed on a post and the blue jays decided to share the spoiles. Most unusual as they aren’t usually known for sharing anything.

No one else was invited to the feast. They seemed to be an exclusive club, and were definitely showing their true colors.

There was much flapping and jeering and jostling for position among them. But when another bird tried to join in, they became a united front. Only jays allowed.

Beautiful bullies, those jays.

And then I was driving home, wishing the eagle had stayed a bit longer, but happy with what I had. And out of the corner of my eye, as I crossed the last bridge before the park exit, I saw this:

So I turned around and parked at a lot above the river and walked back down. Because who can resist swans and blue water on a beautiful winter day?

I spent a lot of time watching them come and go, and then I walked over to the other side of the bridge and saw this lovig couple.

Well, actually, he was busy eating and she was thinking that a bit of grooming was in order. Typical. But then he puffed all up.

Was he just showing off for his lovely partner? Or was there a something more suspicious?

A flock of swans flies overhead. Could that mean danger? Would he have to defend his sweetheart?

Oh no! A brave interloper lands! He must be dealt with swiftly!

With no time to spare the original swan was on the case.

The offending swan, uttering his apologies, immediately moved on.

Life got back to normal on this little part of the river, and the two love birds lived happily ever after.

The end.

When I got back to the car a lone bluejay greated me hopefully.

And I smiled at him, shook my head and waved goodbye for now. I’ll be back. I know they’ll be waiting for me.