I love Jays. I love how smart they are. I love their flashy colors when they are on the wing. I love their calls. I love how they seem to travel in families. And I also love how bold they are.
Except when I try to photograph them. They usually fly away once that big lens is pointed at them.
Last month I was able to photograph this Woodhouse’s Scrub-Jay on my way up to Cascade Springs in Wasatch County, Utah as it perched on an oak near the road. I am not sure if this is a White Oak or a Gambel’s Oak but I do know that acorns from oaks are their primary food source.
I was tickled to get the images of this Woodhouse’s Scrub-Jay that crisp early fall day in the Wasatch Mountains because they have been a nemesis bird for me as far as photographing them. I was just as happy to get images of this bird as I was the juvenile American Dippers I also photographed that morning.
But then I am always happy to have birds in my viewfinder.
Life is good.
Western Scrub-Jays became Woodhouse’s Scrub-Jays in July of 2016