A Mother to All birds
Squawk was cautious of
strangers but after a while he would perch on their finger and look them over
switching directions so as to look them over with each eye. Then he seemed
satisfied and would fly off again. Squawk didn’t seem to like or dislike
anyone but was always careful around strangers. Of course he had adopted Rose as
his mother. He was kept in the same cage I made for the quail and never seemed
to resist being put into the cage. He didn’t like to be held at all or have
anyone touch his feathers but would perch on your finger for extended lengths of
time, especially if you would feed him.
We noted that Squawk would play and this alone was something I never heard of a
bird doing. We also noted that he would on occasions try to copy what we were
doing. Sometimes just generally like when we were up and moving around he would
also be active and if we all sat down he would perch and watch us. Squawk was
very curious and would play with everything that he could move. We decided that
Blue Jays were the clowns of the birds.
We decided it was time for Squawk to be introduced to the “Outside” world.
We assumed Squawk would take off flying right away but we got a surprise.
With him perched on Rose’s finger she opened the back door leading out on to
our sun deck and stepped outside. Before Rose could close the door Squawk took
off and flew back into the house. Rose tried a second time and the same. She
held Squawk the third time and was able to get the door closed this time. She
held him and sat down in a recliner lawn chair she often sat in to read. Squawk
was obvious afraid of “Outside” and stayed on Rose for quite a while hopping
up and down the length of her legs looking around. Rose decided to go back in to
get a book to read and since Squawk had got up the nerve to hop up onto the arm
of the lawn chair. Just as she got the door open a flash of blue went by he ear
into the house and that was all of “Outside” Squawk was going to handle that
Rose took Squawk out every day for a week before Squawk would stay out over
night by himself. It took almost another week for Squawk to stop trying to get
back in if Rose was not out. If Rose didn’t get out early enough, Squawk would
sit on a window sill and peck on the glass. Even after a week and even if he was
not at a window pecking I could open the back door and hold it open for just a
few seconds and zoom! A flash of blue would come inside.